Three Cups To Be Nice

One cup of coffee. Do I want breakfast? Not yet. Second cup of coffee maybe. I am still not pleasant. I can feel my growly face. I had better have a third cup. If someone speaks to me I might go off the deep end. I am not ready to be sociable or nice yet. My husband tiptoes in, sees my face, and turns back around. He knows I am still in the “gnawing your legs off” frame of mind this morning. He and the dog both read me well.