Hello my Dear Friend... Wonderful to have you here! I’ve got a new blend to fill your cup today... I think I’ll brew this blend every so often when I’m feeling... nostalgic.
Now what are you filling my cup up with this time Caffe?
Well Darling, the pre Hubby/Kids Caffe had many, many mischievous escapades and quite honestly, I have no idea how I got away with my many antics and live to tell about it! Sooooo... I’m sharing with you Darling... these highly sensitive, top secret, naughty, naughty, tales from the past known as, The Caffe Capers!
Oh how I longed to be the magical age of ((21))... I was always the young one in the group and even though I had been living on my own for more than several years, to my lovely eyes, ((21)) was the key to true grown up freedom. Oh, alright Darling, the freedom to drink to my hearts content and do it legally!
Isn’t it funny how we think something is so important and then we kind of... sort of... grow up and our priorities change? Except of course my lipstick habits... bright red, mauve, pretty pinks... I can’t believe I did it again... I’ve mentioned the word ‘lipstick’ and I forgot what I was talking about! Caffe, get it together!
Where was I? OH, slipping in through the backdoor... no... wait a minute, ah, here we go... licking the top of my hand I was prepared, so that when the back door opened and the known stamped hand extended toward me, we would do the hand kiss and hopefully the stamp would transfer... Okay, you seem confused, and I think I got ahead of myself??
We didn’t talk about sneaking in through the backdoor? OH, I guess we have now... lol
Did I do it? Did I stealthily get into places that I couldn’t get my pretty little self in through the front door because I wasn’t quite ((21))? Oh Darling, I am Caffe after all! Oh come on, don’t roll your eyes... you would have done it too! It was adventurous! The thrill of possibly being caught and the victory of being inside... What? I knew I wasn’t the only one stealing my way in through the backdoor!
Well my Darling Friend, this pot of ‘Caffe Capers’ is empty... but don’t worry, I have lots in the pantry of my mind... Maybe next time we’ll chat about bar room brawls and the MILFs who start them... Until next time... Ta Ta!