coffee

I  used to think that I was nothing without my cup of coffee securely in hand and a bagel slathered with peanut butter clutched in the other.  I realized, today, as I drove grumpily across town to hand in my time card, that my former assumption was untrue--- I definitely am something.....very.....hideous...with claws and a very deep desire to destroy.

Coffee, then, is none other than my salvation every morning. It is the antidote that keeps me from becoming the evil wicked witch of the west and transforms me into--- Glinda! Albeit, a very bouncy, trouncy Glinda.

And now...
To the munchkins!