I used to ride my FIL's ass because he drank so much coffee.  You know those doctors.  Anything less than 7 cups is for the sissies.  Everytime I would see him, he would drag out some silly study published in the New England Journal of Medicine about how coffee is going to cure cancer or make you look 30 years younger.  The last time he came to my house, he pulled out a crumpled article (with coffee stains) about the great antioxident qualities in coffee.

Blah, blah, blah.

Until I embraced my very own pot of coffee at his house last weekend.

FIL:  Can I get you some coffee?
K:  The Biggest Cup You've Got.
FIL:  Really?  OK, then.  Milk and sugar?
K:  For peasants.  I drink it black now.  And when's the next pot going on?

Correction, blah, blah, blah until I went cold turkey 2 days ago.

And woke up with this raging cold that the mens in my house have been kind enough to keep giving to each other.  All the while I'm doing the "I'm The Mom I Don't Get Sick" happy dance.

Until I have given up the last of the apparently miraculous antioxident qualities in my Mayorga Blue Mountain dark roast.  And awaken in the middle of the night.  And found myself unable to sleep.  For the rest of the night.  Because my throat is so swollen that I think it may actually have closed. 

Not far enough that I couldn't get a Nathan's Ice Cream Cone down it tonight, but closed nonetheless.

If ever I have contemplated weaning this child, it is today.  That is, until I contemplate the 8 months of bottles I will have to make.  I guess I'll be moving on to my EmergenC.  It really is too bad that they don't make a sinus vacuum.  Now that would sell.