Yesterday I asked all y'all to give me some advice on how to switch to decaf, even though caffeine is the best best best thing in the whole wide world and why would anyone want to live without it?
Maybe migraines aren't that bad. What say you?
So yesterday Edsel and I headed out to Starbucks (Talu was at day care. Did I mention my dog day care gave Talu 10 free visits after they learned I got laid off? How wonderful is that place? Dog Days Greensboro, y'all. For all your petsitting needs), where I used the two gift cards my Aunt Mary sent me. Aunt Mary does not drink coffee, to which I say, "?" yet she got two Starbucks gift cards at Christmas from various people at her job or whatever.
I bought these two giant bags of coffee, and they said, "Do you want a complimentary coffee with that? You get complimentary coffee when you buy two pounds of beans." So I got coffee and it told me how nice I looked, and today I put the most minuscule amount of decaf in my filter.
Say, is that caffeine in your filter or are you just happy to see me?
You had all kinds of suggestions for me, including doing it slowly, which is what Ima do. There was also go cold turkey (hello), drink tea, take No-Doz, and drink water (I liked the person who suggested I become a "water addict." I cannot think of anything more depressing than being addicted to water. Oh, wait, yes I can think of something more depressing. My doctor said, "Just drink a cup of hot water in the morning, with lemon.") (He currently has an orchard of lemons sticking out his hind end.)
(Do lemons come in an orchard?)
So, thanks for your help, and it is good to know others have done this. No one has less willpower than me, but still.
In other news:
I apologize to B. Kliban for stealing his mouse song.
Who loves him his bunny food?
Who also loves the bunny food and wishes he had an irritated bowel? Is it Edsel? He has actually had the NERVE to get on the angry chair and try to hop up and eat him some canned bunny. He gets his German arse kicked every time he tries, but you have to kind of admire his sheer will.
Do you think the devil really has a best friend? Do they curl each other's hair and make prank phone calls to the Pope? Would you ever really trust his advice?
"Get the perm! It'll be so cute!"
"Yeah, but, really? Are you being, you know, the devil right now?"
Heavens, I need a hobby.