Coffee on a chilly Sunday morning.
Breakfast with my guys at a new place I’d been dying to try.
Sweet berries nestled inside of my crepe.
I’m not supposed to have caffeine anymore. Without going into major detail, it wasn’t getting along with my stomach. I had a slight panic attack at that news. Not because I’m a coffee addict, because I’m most definitely not. The majority of my caffeine comes from latte-type drinks four times a week and a daily does of green tea. (Well, and chocolate. Who could forget chocolate?)
The panic set in because I really, really do love a mocha or caramel macchiato, or a coffee frap of some sort from one of our local coffee spots. It took way longer than it should have to figure out, duh!…decaf. So I was spared. Whew!