I traveled to Delaware this past weekend to speak at the church where my college friend’s husband serves as pastor.
And it was this weekend that I had my first awkward moments as a blogger.
On the night I arrived, after our conversation had stretched close to midnight around their long kitchen table, my friend began giving me instructions for using her Keurig the next morning.
“No, no, hun,” her husband quickly interrupted. “Don’t you remember she likes the French press?”
I was left only momentarily wondering how they knew this little factoid.