( Ok. What kind of woman hides your nice new container of freshly ground coffee

( Ok. What kind of woman hides your nice new container of freshly ground coffee in the morning, just to make you exasperated looking for it? )

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(btw: it’s my hobbling, hunched over, oxygen-wearing, little old lady of a mother pulling this prank, not some tattooed twinker I found under a bridge.)