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...
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,
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.
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...
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.
Staring at the lake before I go to teach.
I'm feeling weak and tired. Coffee is a blessing.
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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...
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