There is no later. This is later.

Calling for a kind soul to bequeath me an invite to the world of gmail so I can post photos from Google Earth on this page when we go to Mexico. 



Pretty please.  It will be way cool.

Ok, people.  I may be preachnig to the choir, but for those not already enlightened, I have found salvation in the French Press Coffee Mug.  Mine is pink.

Keith and I are going to find the cure (among other things) in Mexico and part of that process will involve replacing our morning rituals with coffee drinking and stretching and no hurrying whatsoever.  (I don't know exactly how coffee and relaxing are supposed to compliment each other; I think it's just change in routine we're going for.)  To this end, I vowed to become a regular coffee drinker.  But I always thought coffee was too bitter and never really enjoyed the taste as much as I pretended to. 

Then I was told of the french press mug.  And I tried it.  And I coverted in the first sip.

It's good.  Real good.

*Also, these are from Missoula!!!!! 

**Also, a built-in storage container in the bottom to carry enough coffee or tea to brew 2 more cups!!

    I don't need this stress people.  I really don't need emergency staff meetings.  This isn't something we can discuss on the phone or....some other time.                  

I'm the last person on the planet to know many things.
And I'm often overwhelmed by choice and possibility when it comes to expanding my music listening habits.
I'm so hooked on Pandora.  I thought I would share.  It's just a great great thing for a person like me who doesn't know where to begin.