Please be good to me Mr. French Press.
Hello there. I’m sitting in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to kick in. Seriously, I woke up this morning feeling like I’d been run over by a truck. Not in an I’m-really-sick-and-can’t-move sort of way, but in one of those, oh-my-gosh-i- can’t-see-straight-i-think-i-might-fall-over-if-i-get-out-of-bed sort of ways. Please coffee, I need you. I went on a …