A wakeup in a whiff.
While my Grandpa took it “black, like the cowboys”, I must insist upon a creamy caramel for the gentle morning arousal it brings to my senses.
Even my progeny can quote me after the first anticipated sip of each day:
And while I did quit this addiction for each of four pregancies, it would catch me napping soon after, and I was back on the chuck-wagon again.
With a little cream, Grandpa, just a little cream, please.