I love coffee. Have I mentioned that before? Because I do. It's more important to me then chocolate. Or the bathtub. I just - I just love it so much[read that in the welches grape juice girls' voice].
In my opinion, coffee cures all. Having problems with a co-worker? Brew up some fresh Mocha Java, sit down and talk about it. Tired of winter? Pour yourself a steaming cup of vanilla hazelnut coffee. Cup it lovingly. Feel its beautiful warmth seep through your fingers. Bathe your face in the liquid heaven, also known as steam, that rises from it. Had a fight with your husband? Have him set the coffee timer.
My favorite chocolate's are the coffee flavored ones. Dipped in coffee, they melt on your tongue in sugary coffee goodness. Perfect for when you are sad or happy, on the go, or lounging in the bath. I love coffee.
Coffee is Good. Coffee Is Wonderful.
So when my husband came up to me with a closed fist at a store and said "I have a surprise for you." I was really pleased. I love surprises. I love it even more when I get a surprise that I haven't had to hint about.
And I love that he saw it and thought, Ohh I bet she would like that, and just picked it up for me. True Love.
So he opened his fist and a tiny box of mints fell out.
And I thought OMG way cool! Coffee Mints!! And in the morning when I am waiting for the coffee to finish I can have one, and mmm coffee goodness and when I am shopping and need coffee, instant fix! Oh this is great, life is good. We should buy this by the case because its like OMG-coffee-anywhere-anytime, no mess no fuss. YAY COFFEE!
I waited patiently till we left the store and then ripped off the protective plastic coating like a pitt bull to an unsupervised child's face. Then I paused. Because what if they were yucky? I know, the idea of yucky coffee is far fetched, but what if?
I hate yucky things. Like cooked cauliflower. Or Onions.
So I offered JitteryJoe a mint first. I'm all about sharing after all. And I waited, staring at him intently, as we walked though the underground parking lot. "Is it good?" I finally asked him.
Well yea. It's a mint... Why wouldn't it be good?
Well you know.. mint.. and coffee. It might not be...
And then he looked at me, pityingly, like I was a small child who had just caught my privates in a zipper, and broke my poor little heart; It's a coffee mint, as in you eat it to get rid of coffee breath.
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