I love coffee.
I mean really really really love coffee.
Partly for the caffeine.
(although, if necessary, I can make it through the day without it)
But mostly because it smells so damn good.
And tastes even better.
It makes me outrageously happy.
And maybe a little bit crazy (but that might be genetic).
I drink it during brunch…
And while I work…
And when I visit friends.
I am amused by gigantic cups of coffee art.
Even Scott likes coffee. And that’s (one reason) why I love him.
I just needed to put that out there in the world.
But I am not obsessed about coffee.