Coffee Love

We are drowning in paperwork and signatures and appointments. The family who lived in the new house left the country and a house full of junk, waiting until the last DAY to get it removed, meaning we do not get a head start on cleaning and painting after all.

I’m about to play hostess to more than two dozen relatives for Thanksgiving and Martin sent this coffee in with my daughter just before our hair appointment last night.

So I guess that means everything is gonna be alright.