You’re eating breakfast but, that isn’t the point. It’s ham & Cheese but who really cares. It is merely an excuse for the rich, bitter warmth that sits indulgently beside it. If it’s a Sunday morning there is whole milk and real sugar; Monday afternoon on deadline, its strong and black with 2 stevia. I have a coffee for every mood and a mug for all occasions. Espresso, cappuccino, truckstop joe I love it all.
I like finding hole in the wall coffee houses. Places where you share hair dying tips with the chick behind the counter, who doesn't call herself a barista. I like misty mornings on the balcony, late nights with Turkish coffee on a red velvet sofa, the mixed taste of java and playa in the pale light of a desert morning.
I think steve and my sister find it oddly endearing. (at least I hope) At work they just think its another megan quirk, they've found quite a few of those. I am sometimes an addict, but usually just a passionate lover.
The best travel mug on the planet. It has a screw on lid that seals the spout closed. Also know as my 'sippy cup'
The mug I use when the receptionist gets me a fancy drink from the 'evil empire'.
My work mug. It gives hope on black days.
The Sunday morning mug. It is my favorite color and fits perfectly in my hands.
For those fancy nights. For after dinner with company over.
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