Ever since my mother let me drink coffe at age 14, I have been an addict. She kept me from “drinking” for about 4 years by refusing to let me add sugar or cream. If I wanted coffee , it had to be black! At first, it was tasty, but then the taste buds and the effect took over. So for all those years it has been “Ann without coffee, is like Florida without sunshine.” I had a prenuptal agreement with my husband which clearly stated thathe would bring me coffee in bed before I would get out of bed. That lasted until some three or four years ago. After all those years he has forgotten how to make coffee, so I struggle to the kitchen, the coffeepot, and wait in front of it til it is brewed; then go back to bed with coffee in my hand. My coffee has to be real! No instant, and certainly no preground. I have to do the real thing. And yes, it is still black and strong!
Coffee First and then the following!
December 14, 2007 by borninacottonfield
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I can verify this. If I have to call the house in the mornings, the first thing I ask my father is “has she had at least a cup of coffee yet?” if the answer is “yes, she’s on the second one” then I know it’s safe for him to hand her the phone!
Deirdre
Oh, tis true, tis true saith Shakespeare, I think!
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