Packed.

We leave one week from today.
Ohmygoodness.

The essentials are packed:

I believe I have done the nearly impossible.
I believe I have constructed a plan to defeat the airplane coffee service.
Is there a Nobel for that?

You know how those lovely stewardesses come along with those oh so cute petite coffee cups and offers of powdered{blech!} creamer and sugar?
Yeah.....ummmmmm......thatsnotsomuchworkingforme. 

That process of coffee service for me last trip went a little something like this:

The first round: 
Stewardess: "Would you like some coffee?"
Me: "Oh yes, thank you."

At which point she served me something resembling this:

and I stifled my laughter.
And began to panic.

Sip. Done.

She walks down the aisle and I say, "Excuse me ma'am, may I please have another cup?"
"No problem!" she says.

And again, I am presented with exactly 5ml of coffee.
Seriously?
Am I being punked?
Sip. Lick inside of cup desperate for every drop. Done.
Not cool people.
So. Not. Cool.

So the next coffee service I was a bit more mentally prepared.
It went a lil sumpin like this:

Round Two: 
Stewardess: "Would you like some coffee?"
Me: "Oh yes, thank you. May I please have 6? My husband and "family" are sleeping(never mind besides my husband that "family" consisted of young children none of whom drink coffee)
and they will want some when they wake up."
Stewardess: "No problem!"

Gulp, gulp, chug ~ chug.
Ahhhhhh so nice.
That was almost equivalent to one actual non-leprechaun cup of coffee.

So it is with this trip that I come prepared with a battle plan.
Hello instant coffee with french vanilla flavor already rolled in, I love you. I really, really love you.
It's packed in my carry on.
Along with two disposable cups and a spoon.
My theory {granted....at this point it's only a theory}
is that the next coffee scenario will look a lil something like this:

Stewardess: "Would you like some coffee?"
Me: "Actually would you mind filling these up with that hot water on your tray that you have ready for all those weird people who drink tea instead of coffe?"
At which time I will hand over my two ginormica cups already filled with the correct prescription of instant coffee.
Stewardess: "Absolutely. And I agree, tea people are strange. We can't be friends with them."
She will fill them up and I will sit back with my cozy brown sherpa blanket and my thick-cushy-only bust-them-out-for-airplane-trips socks and sip my way across the ocean.

There.
Take that mini coffee cup.
You may have one the first battle but alas
I will win the war.

So if you too will miss your children Keruig desperately while you are gone.
Join me on the good side.
We shall overcome.