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I Love Coffee
I’m not awake yet, it’s almost eight o’clock, and I’m still waiting for the caffeine to kick in (c’mon caffeine!).Coffee is my friend.
I love coffee.
That’s one of the things I miss since we moved here–coffee shops.
A few years ago, a couple got together and put up one of those coffee shacks where you drive up to the window and tell them what you want ("I’d like a vanilla latte’ please."). But then they moved to Seattle.
*Big sigh*
When I was working at the medical clinic here in town, the girls in my department bought me a cappuccino machine for my birthday.
I had big plans for that machine. I was going to make lots of yummy things with it: vanilla lattes’, chocolate mochas, peppermint mochas . . .
Okay, I’m seriously pining for that now.
Redirect.
What was I saying?
Oh, right. Cappuccino machine. Big plans.
I had big, big, plans for that machine, and even told my coffee loving coworkers, I’d make us some seriously good coffee drinks.
Yeah.
That’s right.
None of that coffee flavor crap where you brew it to get hazelnut or pumpkin spice coffee.
YUCK.
That stuff is nasty.
No. I’d hook us all up with the mouth-watering, so good I almost had an orgasm, stuff.
Yup, it would totally rock.
I even had pictured it in my head. While everybody else would be dragging ass, my coffee buddies and I would be flying through our work and office with a cheshire grin on our face. It would be marvelously fun and wonderful and the day would fly by.
But did it happen?
Hell no.
I quickly discovered when I was making cappuccinos the contraption that made the froth didn’t work. I was so bummed. I even did research on it thinking maybe I was doing something wrong, but I wasn’t. It was the stupid machine.
Oh well.
Hey, I think the caffeine is starting to kick in now. I hope you have a good weekend.
HAPPY FRIDAY!
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