I’m not a smoker. I did sneak into the girls’ bathroom at Pike County Middle School – with Lorinda and Rhonda – to smoke cigarettes. And I did light-up at bars and clubs back in the day, but it didn’t take. I just never committed to smoking. I’m glad about that.
But I do drink coffee. Once in a while I’ll slurp down a soda, and I’m practically married to iced tea, but those can be decaf and I don’t so much as blink. Those beverages exist to satisfy sugar cravings or simple thirst. I’m cool with the lack of caffeine when it comes to soda and tea.
But coffee? No. I loves me some coffee, y’all. Full-strength. And I make a solid effort to only drink it in the mornings. With honest-to-goodness half-and-half, thank-you-very-much.
Here’s an interesting little tidbit: Mister has never had so much as a drop of coffee in his life. Can you believe it? He says that at this point he’s holding out so that there will be something to put on his tombstone. “Never tried a cup of coffee.” I guess I understand that. It’s the same with me and having never gone to Disneyland. That’s what’ll be on my tombstone.
Back to coffee. If Mister doesn’t want to try it, it’s fine by me. That just means I don’t have to share. I’m glad about that, too.