05 December 2012
For The Love
I go to bed at night thinking about my morning cup of coffee. Waking up at 5:30 AM every weekday is a certifiable form of torture as far as I'm concerned. If I were totally on my game, I'd plan for an extra ten minutes in the morning to be able to brew a to-go cup for the commute. Alas, I am never on my game.
You know those annoying people who take pleasure in making claims like, "If you'd just cut out your habit of buying that overpriced cup every day, you'd save a thousand dollars a year?"
I hate them.
So, I decided a long time ago that the $10 a week it costs to buy a cup from my favorite local shop each morning is well worth the investment. $2 a day is a small price to pay for my sanity.
P.S. I knew I had it bad when I started performing a tap-dance jig whenever a Folger's commercial come on tv. And I don't even drink Folger's.
P.P.S. How do you drink your coffee (if you in fact, do)? My perfect cup includes a splash of cream and one cube of raw sugar.
P.P.P.S. I'm somewhat of a purist when it comes to coffee. The "pumpkin spice/gingerbread latté" thing is so unappealing to me. Sorry to yuck on your yum if that's your thing, but...yuck.