Forbidden love.
I have lust in my heart.
It’s a new lust, a fresh start.
This fascinating new thing caught my eye just less than two weeks ago when we moved into our new building. Ever since, I can’t stop thinking about our encounters.
They leave me giddy. Happy. Jittery.
I’m lovestruck baby, I must confess.
And the object of my adoration is this strong, powerful, steely beast.
What’s that, you ask?
Why, it’s a coffee machine. But not just ANY coffee machine. Not the typical office industrial device that pushes brown water out of tired dried up grounds. No.
Gaze toward the top of that lovely thing. You’ll see two plastic hoppers that contain WHOLE beans.
You select size, leaded or no, and push start and it takes beans, grinds them RIGHT THERE, and brews one delicious cup of coffee.
Now see, I’m not actually supposed to drink coffee.
For one, I can’t handle the caffeine. High blood pressure and tired adrenals and just, I can’t take the buzz.
So ok. Decaf.
I also have terrible reflux. And coffee, even decaf, is terribly acidy.
Problem is that I *love* coffee. And giving it up is difficult.
I usually limit it to on the weekends. Some decaf with breakfast or maybe an iced decaf from the local purveyor of deliciousness on a Saturday afternoon.
Last week we moved into the new office building and everyone was raving about this new coffee maker. I was like “feh!” Office coffee? No.
But when I arrived my new cubicle was not configured correctly and also my network didn’t work, so for the first hour of my day, I stood around while people fixed the problems in my workspace.
So while waiting, I toddled down the hall to try out this new thing.
When I sipped the fresh ground, fresh brewed concoction, even with the crappy dried up powder creamer they have, I was like “hey…that’s tasty!”
Tuesday, I brought in a real mug and a carton of half-n-half. Added a splash to my fresh ground love and siiiighed. So. Tasty.
I tried to keep it to a cup a day habit.
But this week slipped away from me. Suddenly I was having two in the morning. And another mid afternoon for a little “lift”. Then I was drinking a cup on my way out the door to go home.
The Good Man commented on my coffee breath, so unusual for me!
It’s probably time for rehab.
But I just…can’t. All day long I hear the distinctive clicking of my new crush. It calls to me. Beckons me to the sea of warm half-n-half sweetened love.
If loving you is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
Did I mention my crush also brews hot chocolate?
A nod to my oldest niece for the imagery of forbidden caffeinated romance. Thanks! How you drink a chai with espresso is beyond me. I’m scared to try, I might further my addiction…..:)
