I didn’t know today was National Coffee Day until I read an ad on The New York Times website. The ad didn’t tell me where to go get free coffee today but I’m pretty smart and found out on my own. Yes, I’m sharing.
There’s a Starbucks here in Covington, guess I could walk there and get a free cup, but I’m not going to do that, too much trouble. I’m drinking my regular old Folgers coffee right now, drinking my first cup. On the can (not really a can anymore—now it’s plastic), they call it their classic roast. That means it’s their regular coffee. I want them to know that I know that. I don’t always drink Folgers coffee. I get whatever is on sale. I want them to know that too.
My father drank coffee all day long—morning, noon and night. Not me. I drink two cups in the morning and that’s it. If I drink more than that, I start to feel sick and my heart starts to race. Who needs that in the morning.
I put a packet of sweetener in each cup. Well, I don’t actually put the packet in the coffee, I put what’s inside. The label is telling me its aspartame. I normally don’t pay any attention. The only reason I looked this morning is because I’m writing this post. Just like with the coffee, I get whatever sweetener is on sale. I’m not picky.
I am picky about instant coffee. I never have it. I can’t stand the stuff.
Over a year ago, I attempted to stop drinking coffee, actually didn’t drink it for over a month. It was one of the dumbest decisions I’ve ever made. I need coffee in the morning—end of story.
And I think that’s the end of this post. I think my coffee thoughts are exhausted and I need to go get my second cup.
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