The other day my girls wanted to ditch me for a school football game, so I dropped them off at the game picked up my Momma and headed over to Himbos house. Yes my Mom.
My Mom loves to hang out at Himbos for the following reasons:
1. Because he got her hooked on watching Six Feet Under
2. We always pick up a pie from Marie Calendar's on the way over, and she's not allowed to eat junk food or too much sugar but I make an exception when we are at Himbos so needless to say a pie makes her little heart sing!
3. Most importantly because she's not allowed to have coffee hardly ever, so it's a treat for her to have it in the first place...Well Himbo makes a pot of his gourmet coffee AND loads it up with flavored creamer for her!
4. Oh yeah...and according to the both of them "How can you not want to hangout with The Luxurious Prince Himbo?"
So we hung out, had a blast... killed the entire pie and they both drank about two pots of coffee! I say "they" because I am a decaf only kind of girl. I can't have coffee because I will not shut the fuck up! I will talk and talk and TALK, my little heart races, I start feeling light headed, I develop a headache then I crash...HARD! Yup that's my relationship with those magic little beans... Well that night the coffee smelled sooo yummy and I seemed to have drank all the fruit punch Himbo keeps on hand for me so I poured myself a cup.
Aww man it was DELICIOUS! I drank the entire cup.
I got back home around 1:30am-ish and started talking to my Hubby about my entire day... and talking... and talking. He had this look on his face like, "Really? ... you have this much to talk about right now?"
So I simply said "Oh, I had coffee at Himbos..."
Hubby then nodded and smiled, now understanding why his wife was acting like a spun-out crack head.
I had to forced myself to fall asleep by counting the endless number of heart palpitation's per minute!