I swear every day when I wake up–read that as *am rudely awakened by Lucy or the Curmudgeon*–there isn’t enough coffee in the world to get my brain functioning, my eyes opened, and make me civil.

Takes me two cups just to open my eyes.

Yet they expect me to be highly functioning on none.

My rules:

1. Don’t talk to me until I’ve had at least one cup of coffee
2. If you intend to talk to me before 2 cups have been imbibed, make sure you don’t include asking me questions.
3. Questions may be asked after the 4th cup only.
4. Do not get between me and my coffee. Ever.

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