Once upon a time, a person told me I was going to ruin my blood pressure and de-line my stomach with my coffee-drinkin' ways. So she soul-searched my eyes and roughed up my inner psyche, to find the truth of my life-embrace of coffee. She heard me out, then she pulled a glass jar of Sanka out of her purse. "Just try it."
I stared at the orange-lidded jar.
I tried it, this happened.
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