Zombie Apocalypse

Nope. Not that kind of zombie apocalypse. The kind where the groaning, grunting, wordless, stumbling, shuffling, practically blind bi-peds are moving, as a group, arms extended, hands desperately gripping small, porcelain vessels, toward the black, hot, life-affirming, caffeinated goodness that is the first cup of coffee.

It's not just me, right?

You've seen 'em, too?

TTFN
JMS

PS: In case anyone was wondering, my son calls this my Life Juice.  Pretty cool, huh?