I know none of you life-having people read blogs over the weekends. But oh freakin well. I just decided to sit down and say What up? to all you good people.
Since I started making a regular occurance out of going to Starbucks on Sunday (all, what, two whole weeks of that now??), I've had a couple of mid-week cravings for coffee. I've resisted them because it's a million degrees outside, and the last thing I want is a HOT drink.
Well it's still Saturday morning right now. The heat of the day hasn't set in yet, and our swamp cooler (be damned) is still keeping the house fairly cool. So I made a pot of coffee. Yep, I sure did. Some non-fat creamer and splenda were added, and now I'm enjoying--which is the key word--my first cup of homemade coffee. The dirt taste isn't so bad anymore.
I find it amusing how my tastes are evolving. I think I heard the phrase, "It's an acquired taste" about 1400 times regarding beer, liquor, coffee, and tea. Tea came as a natural like for me. But in regards to the others, I would just chuckle to myself and think, "Well, I've tried them all and you're flat out wrong." Heeheehee...
Oh, me of little faith! I must be surely losing the Spirit of Truth, because the further away from the church I feel, the more tasty the urine-flavored beer and dirt-flavored coffee are to me. Perhaps it's the opening I've left in my soul for the devil to dwell in. He's made himself nice and cozy in that nitch. With every sip of this coffee I can FEEL the mischievous grin slide across his evil devil face.
Bottom's up! Oh, and a toast to the caffeine high. On which the devil thrives. :)