But, alas …  I have this. (sigh)

I texted Beau Saturday morning from upstairs while I was lying in bed.
(He’s the early riser and was downstairs doing absolutely nothing, so what’s the harm in asking a favor?)

Here’s the text and question:

Look closer at the response he sent to me.

He’s a little overdramatic.

I made my own coffee. And, got my paper.

Afterwards, he told me he had every intention of completing my request.

Oh well … next time.