Oh, your steamy, dark goodness!
Your aroma fills my cubicle, and I wait at the edge of my seat.
I hear those final popping noises, coming from Mr. Coffee.
That first sip tells me that it is, indeed, morning. I swallow you down, and my vision begins to become clearer. My lungs open up and take in (what feels like) their first oxygen of the day.
I am awake.
I am alive.
redcedar 
Amen to that.
I love it.
Yeah !!!!!
I agree completely. there is just something wonderful about that smell first thing in the morning and even the idea that is is going to happen makes my tummy jump like going down a big hill, really fast.!!!!
Love you, Barb
yep! It’s wonderful stuff, especially if Matt is the one making it! (It always tastes better when he makes it for me!)
haha… I’m a social drinker. It holds no appeal for me otherwise. Does that make me evil?
AMEN
a staple in daily life that often gets overlooked….
thank you for giving it recognition!
hehe – good stuff.
We are out.
Maybe that is why I got sick!
I gotta go…