Bunny is a latte junkie. You knew this, right? Her blog is named Latte Dah. There's a cuppa right in the header. The latte monkey on her back isn't really a monkey at all. It's more like an 600lb gorilla. The big, mean, silverback type. Not like there's anything wrong with that. Coffee is one of the more socially acceptable addictions. And the latte variety of this addiction often comes with cute little shops that have snowman knickknacks and world music CDs.

Bunny used to spend a gamillion dollars a month on froo-froo coffees at a local shop. We don't really have any extra gamillions in our budget, so something had to change. Bunny bought a home latte maker and has become quite skilled at using it. Now her twice daily jones can be satisfied with a much more economical trip to the kitchen. As an added bonus, I get a latte now and then too.

Except "now and then" became more and more frequent. Almost daily, Bunny would happily make me a latte after she arrived home from work and while we were catching up on the night's events. Is nice. I like. Now my own monkey has grown from one of those cute little helper monkeys to something more the size of… oh, say… an orangutan.

And now she's taken the lattes away.

See, Bunny works nights. She starts at 9pm and finishes up around 5:30am. She also used to have a second job. These two jobs together would have her arriving back home around 8am, which is a perfect latte time for me. Now she's getting home before The Chicken and I are up, so she's climbing straight into bed.

What the hell kind of pusher gets you hooked and turns off the supply? She's trying to kill me, I'm sure of it.

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