Yes this about the only time I can say cheers lately.
Or is it saluuuud. It's really has been awhile.
This is my morning/lunch coffee. Me and the baby slept in till 10:56 am
I let her sleep while I surfed my iPhone.
So my coffee is a very important staple in my morning waking up routine. I don't remember the exact time it became a habit but it's something I really can't go without. I feel in my mind that I can't tackle the day ahead without that hot cup of coffee..Just one and I promise I'm good.
One time we were eating breakfast out and I had my cup of coffee half full. The waiter walked by and tried to refill. I about freaked out. I pulled my hand out and said no no I'm good. He pulled back and said "OH your those 1 cup a dayers. It's a perfect 1 cup and thats it huh?" I was like wow how does he know!
I hate to say this but I wasted tons of money going to Starbucks the past few months. 4 fckin dollars and 55 cents for a grande white chocolate mocha. That's it no other fluff. Just the old school. I don't know the lingo and don't care to learn it either. The first time I had Starbucks this is what I had and it stuck with me. I don't know if the employees at Starbucks are lazy or just don't care. They just make it like shit now. I would wake up 15 mins early to get to a Starbucks at 6:15 am. Park the car and walk inside and order one. This girl always made it and it suuuucked. I swear it tasted like the coffee the person in front of me ordered. Ok I got tired of it and said fck it. I'm gonna drive backwards before work to go to a drive thru. That one sucked to I don't understand. Than I went to another one after the lunch rush and it tasted like milk. So I went ahead a bought a box full of Starbucks Kerig coffee and my fav creamer and I have my own coffee just the way I like it.
so cheeeeeers
I know it's a little to much on coffee but hey I really can't start my day without it. It must be some addiction mental comfort food thing. My husband doesn't get it. I'm sure there are people out there that feel me.
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