I’ve been drinking coffee for nearly two months now. I am still concerned that it will stunt my growth, as I have aspirations of being six feet tall. There is no need to point out that I am forty and probably won’t get any taller; it’s important to have aspirations!
As I clutch a warm mug in one hand this cold morning, I have decided that I don’t like coffee as much as I like warm creamer. I found a creamer brand that’s got only ingredients I recognize on the label, no chemical junk, and I am really fond of the chocolate. And the vanilla. Oooooooooo and the cinnamon-y one that I got this week. I pour enough in to the coffee to make the coffee no longer the color of yucky coffee and it’s a yumfest.
It would be undignified to just drink creamer…and it needs to be warm…and if I just warm up the creamer it might get kinda scorchy and gross…so I’ll keep pouring cups of coffee under the socially acceptable ruse that I like it, when really I just want a warm cup of creamer with some caffeine.