Friday, September 11, 2009

Roommate is such a good influence on me.

This morning, I made coffee. Roommate and I were dismayed to find that there was no creamer left (we like our coffee like we like out men: sweet, rich, and good with bagels in the morning). We tried to problem solve by using milk, but the milk had just started to turn, and we were left with black coffee.

Roommate and I are not black coffee people.

What would you do, Internet? Would you do as I suggested, and pour your travel mugs full of black coffee, then trek over to the law school to steal creamer from the cafe?

Or would follow Roommate's lead, and grab the Kahlua?

I can tell you right now, it is going to be a delicious morning.


J said...

Kahlua FTW :)

Virgin In The Volcano said...

I'm all for the Kahlua. What I can't understand is how you bother with cream most mornings.

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