My Favorite Lover

My Favorite Lover

I met The Husband when I worked in a coffeehouse. It was there that my love affair began. No, not with The Husband. That happened later, since he was dating a coworker. I’m talking about coffee. Some may say it is an addiction, but I choose to say that it is a love. Some nights I go to bed for no other reason than knowing I can have a hot cup of coffee when I wake up.

I have downgraded from coffeehouse coffee, though. Who has $4.50 to spend on coffee every day? Certainly not me (and really, I never did. One of the perks of works in the coffeehouse was all free coffee I wanted).

My drink of choice back then was a double short caramel vanilla latte. Let me break that down for those of you who don’t know the lingo.

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