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Liquid Cardboard

I've never liked coffee. I still don't. It's odd because I love the scent. Waking up in the morning to the smell of coffee is heaven to me. I love to go into the stores that sell coffee, too. I just stop and take a big whiff and I'm sure people look at me funny when they see me sniffing like a dog.

The scent is so wonderful to me that it makes me wish I liked the taste of it. Apparently, it is an acquired taste because for me, it's like liquid cardboard.

No offense to you coffee drinkers out there. I may have to make sure my doors are locked tonight.

Lately, I've been contemplating becoming a coffee drinker. Many people highly recommend this caffeinated beverage. Keeps them going, they say.

I've come to the point where I feel tired all the time. It stands to reason considering I have a six-month old and various ages of boys running through my house. I have been getting better sleep, but it just doesn't seem to be working for me.

I don't like the idea of becoming dependant on caffeine. It just rubs me the wrong way. I don't like becoming dependant on anything. I guess when it comes down to it I'm just a control freak.

When I stare at the computer screen with a half-dead look, or can barely lift my arms to do the laundry, that's when I wonder if maybe coffee wouldn't be so bad.

When I have to prop my head up during dinner time, coffee doesn't look bad at all.

Who knows? Maybe I'll become a coffee drinker after all....or not.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Come over to the dark side!
Unknown said…
Stop being such a wuss, big sis. I started out w/ the flavored creamers, like hazlenut, irish creme, etc., until I got sick off it one day. Then I switched to cream & sugar, then just cream, then straight black.
striving... said…
you know, if you do not drink it daily you probably won't get hooked... (was that good peer pressure?) hee, hee.

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