Monday, May 17, 2010

I love the java jive, and it loves me

Barring a descent into heavy alcohol consumption, there's nothing like a fresh pot of good coffee, made the way God intended it, to take the edge off a crappy day.

Today has been one of those crappy days, and this is my means of self-medication. If this is a total fail -- I don't think it will be, but you never know -- perhaps I will resort to calling Dr. Jack Daniels.

But I don't think that will be necessary.

I just have some simple advice to the world. Or at least some advice for having a happy middle age.

First, never allow your parents to get old. Second, don't let them get weird.

If one or both go weird on you, you're just screwed. In that case, I'd recommend stocking up on good coffee . . . and good bourbon.

Just in case.

1 comment:

nettiemac said...

I'm already there, dude, and I just hit 40. The folks are getting older, deafer, foggier, and it's breaking my heart and making me pissed about old age, asinine diseases, and the whole lifecycle.

And I'm with you on the coffee thing: fuel for the morning, and the only thing keeping me from calling any of the good doctors Daniels, Beam and Walker.