I must admit it, I have a drinking problem. I cannot go through a day without my coffee. I have a three pot a day habit. I had better have a cup of coffee in my hand before my feet hit the floor or it is not going to be a good day for anyone. My husband laughingly bought me one of those pots that will go off on a timer so that I am sure to have the smell of coffee be the first thing that I smell as I awake. He is still trying to figure out how he can have it served to me as well.
Most mothers wait for that day when they can do a first with their children. My biggest joy is when I can treat my children to their very first Starbucks. I long for the flavors, the expressio, and the cream. Give me a Carmel late’ or give me death.
I have been teased about shopping for coffee like most women shop for clothes. I linger in the coffee isle, smelling each smell. I read each label and I ponder on which one to buy. Which one suits my fancy? Which one or which ones will it be for me today? Will it be full bean or will I buy ground? Think now think, which one will it be?
Sitting there lonely and meek are the tea’s. I quickly grab one without giving it much thought. I will drink a cup at night with my husband before bed. But it is just there. Something to wet my whistle or something to have in my cup. I drink it and I go on. I close my eyes and I dream of the morning when my cup will be filled with my old friend coffee once more.
Given a choice, which one would I chose? GUESS!