You Call That Coffee?

Mr. B is actually home this week, so this morning we went out to celebrate at our favorite coffee place. Sometimes I think I should just order a plain old cup of coffee, but what fun would that be? Instead, I have to spit out the whole order–”I’ll have a skinny decaf grande latte.” Yeah, yeah, I know–if it’s decaf and nonfat, why bother? Because it’s still delicious! Back in the day when I drank cream in my coffee, I couldn’t stand skim milk in it, but the steaming, frothing, foaming thingy they do makes it taste like there might even be some fat in there. Imagined fat in my coffee is much better than real fat on my thighs!

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