by Debbie Farmer
I haven’t wanted to talk to anyone about this, but last week my husband came downstairs for breakfast and caught me yelling at the toaster.
Much to his credit, he didn’t take sides. Instead, he just patted my shoulder and said, "Honey, I think you need to cut down on your caffeine."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "I can handle my coffee. It’s not my fault