So, I got up this morning to find that we were out of coffee. Oh...we have some smores-flavored coffee and a macadamia-flavored verson. My wife buys that crap and lets the french roast run out. So...I went to the local donut shop that has the best damn croissants in town - huge, fluffy - and brought some home with a cup of large french roast. Now...my wife is French. You'd think she'd understand. Nope.

Anybody else here need their real coffee?! I once cracked the guys at the club up when I said one morning before round of golf - "I like my coffee like I like my women...dark and full-bodied." haha...