Coffee at Home

So, now that this economy has backslided, thanks to the media, many a couple are enjoying their morning coffee at home, instead of out at the Cafe. Which suck for us, and our tip jar. However, now that my love and I have moved deeper south into a home of our own, I see the magic of coffee in the morning. Also, my cafe and free drinks are no longer a block away. Now that we are on the topic of my new place, thanks for asking, I would like to delve into the topic of being an adult.

So the other day, Gabe and I were buying a rug. Well, we were deciding what kind of rug would really tie the room together, and ended up buying some wine, when I realized... this is it. This is being an adult in an adult relationship. Buying wine and asking about rugs. No more smuggeling wine coolers under our coats and buying menthols. (That is so High School)

Now I just need to find my french press...