Coffee

Growing up I wasn't fond of coffee. Cream and sugar, yes, but coffee not so much. My distaste of coffee grew when my junior high English teacher drank black coffee, and breathed in our face when we had questions leading me to want to hurl. That being said, one of the beautiful aspects about my relationship with Matt was that we both shared this uncommon dislike of coffee. Friends and family were shocked when we got married and didn't register for a coffee pot, which is probably why we ended up with 5 crock pots. All that to say our world was turned upside down when our besties encouraged us to try new things at Starbucks until we found what we could tolerate. Thus, my love affair with coffee took shape. My darling iced grande nonfat white mocha (sometimes with a shot of peppermint at Christmas) has become a new friend. We look forward every year to Fall when our birthdays roll around and Christmas is here because we hold our breath hoping for gift cards to feed our addiction. All this back story is written to explain a bizarre dream I had last night.
Last weekend I decided to cut out carbs/sugar for a while. Shocking, I know, but I need to cleanse out my system. I have resigned myself to the nonfat sugar free vanilla latte, which is not even close to my darling drinks taste. So last night I had a dream that we went to the movie theater and saw a Starbucks outside. We snuck out to get coffee and I ordered the SFV but they made a mistake and I found myself drinking my white mocha. It was like pure joy being poured down my throat. When I woke up I realized that even in my dreams I can't stay on a diet. Suck.