After the first sip of my hot Irish Cream coffee, I knew it wasn't going to do it. I did think of asking for a glass of water with ice, but given how sticky the girl became over iced coffee with milk and sugar, I didn't want to push my luck. I was still very thirsty. The Observer offered to go get me some water. Normally I would say "no" because I'd want to do it myself, but not this time. I asked him to ask for a cup with a lid and a straw. Isn't he awesome? After three minutes later, the Observer came outside where I sat with some, delicious, refreshing, cold h2o. The first sip kicked my Irish Cream coffee's bottom. It was heaven.
I learned today that when my body needs water, nothing else will do. Having a special guy to get it for me is a sweet bonus too.