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"There&amp;#039;s another man in my life besides Rex. Unlike my husband, this male doesn&amp;#039;t require much attention. He&amp;#039;s like Rex in the fact that he&amp;#039;s strong, dark and quiet. But unlike my spouse, this man doesn&amp;#039;t require much attention from me. In fact, his sole job in life is to fulfill my needs. And did I mention he is H-O-T? Morning, noon and night, he is a beacon of warmth, ready to serve me. He is none other than... Mr. Coffee.  Perhaps some of you have another love in your life \u2013 be it chocolate, a favorite television show, or maybe a passion for shopping. For so many of us, the little addictions are what make life livable. Bring on the crying babies, or the screaming boss! Pile on the buckets of laundry or the stacks of invoices. With the reward of a cold Diet Coke chilling in the fridge, no task can seem too daunting. It&amp;#039;s true what they say: the small details are what make life livable. However, there&amp;#039;s a very slippery slope between passion and an addiction. What can begin as a little somethin&amp;#039; - somethin&amp;#039; to fill in the cracks can quickly become the only thing if you allow it to take over. In fact, the cracks of your life can get so full of your tiny pleasures that before you know it you can forget about other pleasures in life \u2013 like sex.  It happened to me last week. After being so tired of interacting with kids, teachers from kindergarten tours, bankers and family issues, I didn&amp;#039;t want to interact with one more person at night. I didn&amp;#039;t want my husband filling me up \u2013 literally. I wanted to be filled with silence and cozy alone time. Mr. Coffee was right there to fit the bill. Before I knew it, one night blended into the next, and soon almost a week had passed. The one person who I should have turned to, even if it meant interacting. One. More. Time. Was Rex. And so, as luckily I am able to do when things start to slide, I set some boundaries. For me this meant no computer after 8. It didn&amp;#039;t matter if I had Ebay to do. Or my writing gigs. Or my personal correspondence. All of that could be done during the day with a little time management. What I needed to do, when the day was done, was spend that time with my husband.  I am hardly what you&amp;#039;d call this beacon of servitude to my mate. But really, I didn&amp;#039;t say &amp;quot;I do&amp;quot; to the coffee pot. Or the tv. Or the stack of emails waiting to be returned. I said it to Rex. And so, as I type this, I&amp;#039;m exhausted. The kids are taking an afternoon nap after puking all day long. Will the illness never end?!!! What do I want to do? Give into my other favorite addiction \u2013 sleep. And tomorrow, if the kids are still ill, I will. But I&amp;#039;m on deadline now. And I don&amp;#039;t want to be doing this at 9 tonight. I want to be chatting with Rex. Even if it&amp;#039;s to argue. Or plan a camping trip. I need some human contact! This all said, let&amp;#039;s not forget I do have my other man waiting for me in the wings to get me through the next hour. Rex might be mine at night, but by day it&amp;#039;s all about my formal boyfriend, Mister Coffee. And get this \u2013 he doesn&amp;#039;t even mind a bit of Yuban breath! That&amp;#039;s love. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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