The last one in the house. We're out. :-(.
My husband volunteered to get some. He does things like that when he wants to go do something else that he doesn't want to explain to me.
I hope he remembers the coffee. :-)
met an early death,
As I became aware,
Awakening to the aroma of,
The magic liquid piping hot,
Transforms the very soul.
Rejuvenates my mind as I awake,
And helps me to feel whole.
Some make it without this crutch,
And some may drink their tea.
But there is...
when you stumble across (god only knows how old) coffee in what you believed to be a caffeine deprived pantry and literally squeal with delight and do a little happy dance right there and then! My morning has been saved once again by the miraculous powers of the coffee bean...
before my first cup or two of coffee
I've been messaged by a couple of people about the mug...so here is where I got mine ;) copy and paste the address...I'm sure you must get it on eBay.com too.
Staring at the lake before I go to teach.
I'm feeling weak and tired. Coffee is a blessing.
I like to mix the cappuccino with Colombian. I did that today and an older black gentleman muttered in a friendly tone, "speed balling today huh?" I smiled and hummed in agreeing...
it was mostly because someone did not pay that much attention to whether or not that I wanted it not. One thing is certain from the first time I smelled the coffee Dad made at camp. It is and well always be the best way to start the morning.
I love coffee but I am too cheap to buy specialty kinds or go to Starbucks. I always buy the largest cheapest tub of coffee. In college, I started to experiment with adding things to the brew to make it taste better. My roommate and I used to dare each other to put some of the...
I can't stand bad coffee. Especially watery one, tasting like dishwater. And I don't know what filter coffee is, but it's not real coffee! Also Starbucks coffee, it's just some kind of over priced coffee flavoured milk-drink.The only coffee that deserves the name of coffee: good...
Coffee is my shepard;
I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake up
To greener pastures;
It leadeth me beyond
The sleeping mattress.
It restoreth my soul.
It guides me toward
The path of consciousness
For thy name sake.
Yea, though I walk
Through the aisle in
The shadows of decafe,