I’m drinking coffee. I’ve never liked coffee. Coffee = gross. But for some reason, in the last week, it has become the most delicious thing. Not just any coffee, though…it has to be coffee that either my husband or my friends Lindsay and Chad have brewed. Coffee shop coffee? Eh. Restaurant coffee? Bleh. Justin coffee? Yum!
It also has to have about half soymilk and half coffee, and tons of sugar. And I only drink about half a cup. Once or twice a week. But that’s how it starts, right? I’m a little worried about the caffeine, since I’m not used to having any (don’t drink tea, don’t like soda), but I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
Cafe con leche. Mmmmm. Hopefully olives will be next on my “I used to hate it but now I love it” list…
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