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Yesterday my friend and her family took me out for coffee while we were on our way to visit their brandy new house. I am not much for coffee (though I must admit I became quite the European addict for a few months--quitting "cold turkey" one day deciding that coffee was not an addiction I needed to bring back to the states) unless it is sugared-up and creamy (coffee ice cream, anyone?). I am also pretty picky when it comes to ingested liquids. I don't seem to have a problem when it comes to pretzels, brownies and cakes, but give me a sugar-laden beverage and I squirm in my seat. Anyway, I decided to splurge. We were celebrating the purchase of a new house. What better reason for celebration is there? I went for a caramel frappacino (light) with whipped cream (I know, that defeats the purpose). Let me tell you, that drink was lip smackin', finger lickin' good. Or so I thought. About 3 hours later I came home and was in such a caffeine-driven mess. My mom was laughing at the fact that my mouth was moving a mile a minute. I could hardly finish one thought before another one was pushing to get out. Too much caffeine, I guess. I went to give my pup his medicine and could barely get out the right dosage because my fingers were shaking so much. My mom is convinced that half of our driving problems come from too much caffeine--"people are just all-dosed up." So, it was funny to see it have such and effect on me. I guess, though, that's a good sign. It means that my little ol body hasn't been too tainted with the stuff. Believe me, it has been tainted with enough other crap. I don't need anything else.