Just one hot coffee

You ping incessantly at me Come here woman! Hot coffee! Thrice reheated May I add. It really doesn’t taste that bad You beep and chirp your merry song. Come and get your coffee. Your coffee is done! The problem dear microwave, is I have small people in this cave. They don’t much care for mama’s... Continue Reading →

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