Oh, Coffee, how I love you! (I wonder when this happened?)
The first time we met I was in 7th grade, and we had a test in Biology. I figured I'd get some extra "umph" after staying up all night reading a Nancy Drew book, and you literally drove me crazy with jitters. For many years after that, it was a love-hate relationship, and I avoided you as much as possible.
Camping at Moses Lake, watching the sunrise, was when I discovered the glory of flavored creamers. This made me realize that you weren't so bad... then mochas... mmmmm, chocolate.... Camping at Fort Stevens, a Snickers Mocha from Fred Meyer... YUM!
You'd think I would have toiled with you more in college, but I didn't... stayed away from you, mostly. It wasn't until I really got into swing dancing that I started to crave that extra boost of energy.
And then the Cinnamon Dolce Latte came along. I was a gonner, hooked on you for life. I love you- crave you! I know there was a stint with a Marble Mocha Machiatto too, but the CDL won my heart.
*happy sigh*
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1 comment:
Right there with you sister. I have no idea why I didn't drink coffee in college. Seriously? What were we thinking. It could have been awesome. I'm really in love with just plain drip from our kitchen. The Arabian Mocha Sanani whole bean from Starbucks is life changing.
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