Once upon a time, in a living room 800 miles away, clad in Winnie-the-Pooh footy pajamas, I discovered the whole concept of “once upon a time,” courtesy of Disney (and my dad, who was in charge of the remote).
Sipping on my sippy cup, one-third coffee, two-thirds cream and sugar (also courtesy of my dad, who was in charge of my Saturday sippies/consequent coffee addiction), I watched anxiously — mostly due to the caffeine coursing through my 5-year-old body — as Prince Charming, refusing to settle for a foot shoved ever so ungracefully into that glass slipper, searched the kingdom for his perfect fit.
And from the moment Cinderella glided in to her glass slipper, I had two major thoughts that would shape the course of my life:
1. Coffee was AWESOME.
2. Where was my Prince Charming?!
So, here I am, 21 years later, trading in my Winnie-the-Pooh footies (about…
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