I don’t know what we were thinking. In a moment of insanity (or sanity depending on how health conscious you are) the husband and I decided to do a cleanse…for 3 weeks...It needs to be done. We are both looking increasingly like the incredible hulk when we attempt to cram ourselves into our clothing. Not ok. The cleanse dictates everything we put into our mouths for the next 21 days. The good thing is, I don’t have to do meal planning for the grown-ups. The bad thing is, some lunatic planned for me to eat steamed spinach for breakfast tomorrow…
As I write, I am drinking my last cup of coffee.
I’m glad you can’t see me. I’m tearing up. I got this sign from my friend at Sariko Designs because the minute I spied it on her website, I knew it needed to live in my house.
And now, coffee and I are on a break. It’s not you, it’s me.
I put my dear friend, the coffee pot, in the closet. The girl child was alarmed. I had not told her about the break up. I didn't want to upset her. I had to put it away though. I couldn't bear to see it every day. Now something else is in its place. I feel like I’m cheating.
Don’t worry about us though. Coffee and I always make up. We will be going back out in exactly 21 days. Hopefully with more appropriate amounts of half and half. Hopefully I will drink less than a pot a day. I have issues. I love coffee.
By the way, if you have my phone number, you might want to go ahead and not call me for the next few days. I'm likely not going to be in a super place. And no fair texting pictures of baked goods. I will hold you responsible if I eat my phone.