Oh no… I just thought of something. Where the HELL am I going to get coffee when I'm in Iowa?! I believe I can tolerate the stink-ass selection that Des Moines can offer, but what about when I go to the rural township where Gretchen grew up?! Am I doomed? Please, say it isn't so. Someone tell me that there's a place where I can go. I can't do this. I just can't. I'm afraid my mom will TRY (that's the operative word) to make coffee out of her machine at home. Ugh. I'd just as soon kiss a dead moose's butt – which would probably taste a little better. Well, y'all better be prepared to see some relatively crabby entries here in the coming days. Not to say that I turn into a grouch when I don't get the right blend, but… ARGH! This totally sucks. No good Peet's for a week. Help. Send help.