Every damn morning
Technically, I'm a little jumpy/twitchy at the best of times, but oooooh do I love that over-achieving rush of sweet caffeine through my veins. I mean, I recently had a homemade double shot cappuccino that was so good I considered trying to marry it. That mug was clutched to my chest, the warmth seeping into my bitter little heart like true love. (It burns! It burns!)
So ... I like my coffee.
Then there's the Dancing Hippo. She's not a fan of weird unexpected sounds, they make her a little twitchy.
When 1200-1500lbs of hippo gets a little twitchy, its difficult to miss. Now add in an over-caffeinated T-Rex.
*hippo twitches at T-Rex twitches*
*T-Rex twitches at hippo twitches at Trex twitches*
See a pattern? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Its not like I don't 'know' the solution. Its easy! DON'T TWITCH.
Primitive Lizard brain + caffeine +gravity = twitchtwitchtwitch
So I think I've come up with the perfect solution for the twitching problem. A seatbelt and Xanax, or at least a seat belt and tequila. Definitely leather full seat breeches and tequila in the short term.
Anyone up for a margarita?