So croon the Ink Spots, in their come-hither way, making the nectar of the gods sound even more delectable.
If that's possible.
I love my coffee. Cream and sugar, please. They have a mini-Starbucks at work, which I sometimes frequented. But once they got the Keurig machine in our area, that was all she wrote. That's when I discovered Gevalia's Mocha Latte. It has become my go-to drink post-lunch. I open the little packet of mystery stuff, dump it in my mug, load the K-cup, and press the button. Then the magic happens. It sizzles and crackles and makes a cup of pure heaven. So many people have asked me what I'm drinking, I should get a commission.
Of course, like most folks, I wasn't born loving coffee. Many moons ago at my first office job, drinking coffee was de rigueur, and I wanted to fit in, and so it began. There was actually a time when I gave up coffee altogether. I don't remember why I started drinking it again. But here I am. And here my coffee is. It wakes me up. It keeps me going. And when I get the jitters, I know it's time to stop. (Two cups is my limit.)
There's a certain irony in the fact that my son works at Dunkin' Donuts. And that it has paid for a good chunk of his college. So, you see, coffee really is good.
Waiter, waiter, percolator...
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