As I sit at work this morning, I can't help but think about all the years we were apart. I first tried you at the mere age of 8 while visiting one of my father's construction sites. I still remember that the air was cold, the thermos blue, and the cup styrofoam. The memory is still crystal clear in my mind. It really wasn't fair us meeting that way, with me all still a kiddo and you all straight-up bitter black. I'm sorry I spit you out and swore I would "never ever" like you.
Then came the hot chocolate, coca-cola, and cappuccino years. Years where I thought I had found my perfect caffeinated drink, only to be disappointed again and again. All of them looked very promising at first, but they never quite measured up in the end.
Then....Keurig, sweet Keurig! The K-man came into my life at Christmas time last year, and he knew we belonged together. I suffered through a week with miserable K-Cup cappuccinos, until I finally found myself with nothing left to brew but a Tully's Extra-Bold French Roast from the starter pack. Thank goodness I was feeling adventurous that day.
Oh, the sweet smell of freshly brewed goodness! The pretty swirl of creamer on top! It was all over for me after the first sip. I was hooked, and there was no going back.
And what a team we make! Gone is the grumpy zombie Lori of the mornings. She has been replaced by focused, razor-sharp Lori. Once my eyes dilate into little pinpoints, I can conquer the world. Together we have cleaned and reorganized an entire house, revamped the sewing studio, and even opened a gift shop for pete's sake.
I love you, coffee. That is all.