Coffee?

Sometimes I wish I were a coffee drinker. Even something like cappuccino, frapucino (I can't even spell it!), latte, whatever. The taste of coffee is just not comforting to me. I'm partially grateful; it's one less food or beverage to get addicted to. The downside is that I don't go to places like Starbucks much. I LOVE the setting, but can't pay $3 for some hot chocolate I could make myself, ya know?

If I had to point to something that pushed me away from coffee, it would definitely be my parents. You can ask any one of my brothers. They were either turned on or off of coffee because of our Dad and Mom. EVERY morning they would have a cup with breakfast and another on the road. Often their work place would have coffee so yet another cup was gained. And living in Michigan it is cold 80% of the time and coffee is a warm beverage... so naturally they would have it in the afternoon or evening as well.

With that said there was always the coffee breath smell they could never rid of. Oh and Mom would reheat her drink in the microwave and forget it. We would later go to heat up something else and laugh or roll our eyes when we would find her coffee mug still there. Sometimes we even would leave it next to the microwave and she wouldn't notice until hours later! And the memories of Dad leaving his mugs under the driver's seat of the car. Some people pill up trash, never would Dad. He would however have up to four mugs at a time under his seat. I guess there would be more except he probably ran out of room!

Oh my coffee woes! Maybe my taste buds will change, but until that day, coffee shops will be a rare and special occasion for me.