Hello. My Name Is Judy, and...

...I am addicted to coffee. No. Really. I am. I have had WAY too much coffee today.

I didn't really think about it until now.

First thing this morning, I had a cup of coffee while sitting on my couch watching the sun come up. That's when I noticed the police surrounding the little coffee shop across the street.

I grabbed a second cup and continued to watch. Seems they had a break-in there last night.

Yesterday. my plan included being prepared for today. THGGM took my detailed list to the grocery store last night. But I wrote 'cream cheese' when I meant to write 'sour cream' and totally left off the main ingredient of one of the main dishes for dinner. Dinner. Sixteen people to celebrate the birthdays of four family members.

I began to prepare the stuff I did get right. Caramel Apple Salad. Sloppy Joes. Heath Bar Topping for Angel Food Cake. Of course, when one is the cook, one must sample things to be sure they are correct. They were.

Sadly, I forgot to eat breakfast.

THGGM came home with the correct ingredients for the main-ish dish. He also came home with donuts. He kindly brought donuts that I do not like, but I did manage to eat half of one. And, had another cup of coffee. Maybe two, I forget.

Soon, guests arrived. Dinner was eaten. I failed to eat anything with substantial amounts of protein. Or, what DID have substantial amounts of protein also had vast amounts of sugar. Vast. Mountain range vast.

And, I had more coffee. I needed it. To wash down the cake.

For some reason I do not understand at this time, at approximately 5:30 this evening, I felt compelled, COMPELLED I tell you, to have another cup of coffee. I made this pot myself, and I made it industrial strength. And, I had it in the BIG mug.

At eight o'clock (which shall be known henceforth as ATE:00) I remembered that I had promised Nephew Chris that I would eat a piece of cake for him, since he is in graduate school in Toronto and could not attend. So, I ate his cake. I'm a kind and loving aunt that way.

I have another nephew who could not be here, as he lives in California. He is thin too, so I probably should eat a piece of cake for him. Oh. And my very own Oldest Son who lives in Illinois couldn't be here either. And, I do believe he really likes this cake. What kind of a mother am I?

Anyway. I tried to put myself to bed an hour ago.

It took me about 30 minutes to clear out my head enough to realize that I MUST EAT PROTEIN.

I found some. I'm starting to feel better. I'm not tired though. No. Not at all.

And, I really really really want another cup of coffee.

(this is my FIFTH attempt to post tonight. i was thinking that something must be up with blogger. but, after much pondering, i do believe it is me. the four previous posts were pure delight to read. they all even included pictures. fantastic pictures. you will just have to take my word for it though, because they are gone.)