Through the Keyhole #5

Coffee Table!
Ok, anywhere here is a coffee table. The coffee table is usually the place in the room that is high enough that Luke can't reach the cup. The picture below is of the table we used to use as the coffee table before Luke could pull himself up. After he started doing that, we got tired of moving stuff off of it all the time, then decided it was kind of in the way. So now we just have these tables on the end of our couch. They are from ikea and they only cost about 6 dollars.

Enough about the table already. Lets just talk about coffee. I love coffee. I love having a cup in the morning when I wake up (most of the time two) out of my lovely french press. I'm so in love with the way the french press makes coffee that I can hardly stand regular brewed coffee any more. I mean seriously. Even at a coffee house, I have to have an americano either with less water or more coffee. Not that I'm so addicted to coffee I have to have more, it's that I love the strong taste of it. (ok, I'm a little addicted too)
Kinda like the saying, home is where the heart is...The coffee table is where the coffee is.

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Coffee is an Addiction.

I have this dilemma every day after already having 2 cups of french press coffee, should I have another cup?
I can't live without coffee. Well, I say that loosely, I probably could live with out it, but why would I want to? Coffee makes everything better.

I open my eyes in the morning, my head hurts from lack of sleep. My eyes are crusty. My throat is a little horse. Coffee.
It's 9 am and I really need to do a load of laundry or Luke won't have any diapers for the rest of the day. Coffee.
Luke peed on the floor and I have to clean it up. Coffee.
It's cold because I have the door to the garage open so Pickle can roam in and out. My toes are freezing but I can't get up because Luke is sleeping on me while I'm sitting on the couch. What can warm me up? Coffee.
I look at the clock and there's still an hour till Ben gets home. The house is a mess. Dinner isn't started. Pickle is meowing. Luke is jumping out of my arms at everything. Coffee.
Thinking about starting to pack our stuff to get the house ready to sell. Coffee.
Getting ready for the day. Coffee

There isn't really a scenario where I think coffee isn't a good idea. Maybe getting ready for bed wouldn't be an appropriate time for coffee. But anytime before 6pm there is always at least a small need for coffee. I guess I'm addicted.



This is how I have coffee. You must have a French Press. I grind my coffee beans RIGHT before I make the coffee. I grind about4 Tablespoons in a grinder then transfer it to the press. I pour hot water from my insta-hot (which, yes, we got for coffee). Stir the grounds and hot water. Put the lid of the french press on and wait 4 minutes. It is coffee BLISS.
What am I drinking now? New Seasons french roast.
What # cup of coffee am I on as I'm writing? 3 :)