I am a sinner

I don't know what came over me. I don't know why I did it.

I know better. I really do. I didn't even want to do it, it just kind of crept up on me. It started innocently enough...I told myself it was a one-off situation....I promised I would never do it again. But then the next day came, and I did.

I have started drinking instant coffee. And I like it.

I am so ashamed.

And even worse...I've expanded into decaf now.

Comments

lulu said…
I am sure that there is some sort of 12-step program with meetings located at your local Starbucks.

I haven't been able to drink instant since the great Botony Project of 1983. I waited until the last week to do a semester long botony project my senior year in high school, and made myself stay away for 3 days straight by making a paste out of instant coffee, sugar, Quik and milk. I would eat it with a spoon, and once I stopped bouncing off the walls I could work for several hours.


Decaf???? Who *are* you???????
3:45 pm
Old Lady said…
Go to your room!
7:01 pm
Joe said…
The drinking of instant coffee is permitted in only two situations I can think of:

1) Being trapped in some type of horrible post-apocalyptic wasteland , or

2) Barricaded somewhere during a flesh-eating zombie attack.

And decaf?!? Good lord, why?
9:03 pm
Pam said…
I'd like to add a third:

3)Camping.

But even then, it's questionable why you're not carrying grounds and filters or a French Press. What is this, the dark ages?

Mindy, you lived in SEATTLE. I just don't know you anymore.
11:58 pm
Dale said…
Mindy, will you marry me? I'm tired of the coffee snobs and I applaud your bravery at coming to terms with this difficult admission. Wait a second, decaf? Stop the wedding! Of course, you're still brilliant, just not as awake.
7:03 am
echo said…
Dale's a heretic, Mellie Mel! Don't listen to him! Just tell me that if you make 20 ounces of Instant Coffee that you call it a *ven-tee*... And, Decaf? It's like we don't even know you....which...we don't....
8:48 am
Dale said…
Is there an Echo in here? The fact that I'm a heretic is not in question MJ. Follow your happy taste buds.
8:52 am
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