The coffee maker at the farm never sleeps. I am
caffeine dependent. My dependency
was handed down from my mother, who is also addicted to coffee. It is a small wonder that such a
trivial moment of our day making coffee provides the sustenance to keep us
alive as kin; we - she and I - would no doubt fail at life without it. It is
our answer to most pressing questions.
When faced with a most probable sized quandary, coffee is always the
answer.
Do I really need another
little black dress? Let’s get a coffee and think about it.
Do you think I should take the job offer? How about I make us a cup and we can
sort it out over coffee.
What do you want to drink with lunch? Coffee.
No comments:
Post a Comment