I drink about 25 pounds of coffee a year, which may explain part of my blood pressure problems.
It's sort of my dad's fault -- actually his third wife, who died recently but while she was alive was a dynamo, running a multi-million dollar business.
She put a little refrigerator and a Mr. Coffee in their bedroom so she could drink coffee in bed, and then she would get up and go, go, go all day.
She would fill the basket of the Mr. Coffee as full as it would go without spilling out when the coffee brewed. She called it "high-test" coffee.
I got hooked on it, but haven't put my Mr. Coffee and a little refrigerator in my own bedroom, although I have the perfect space for it. That's because I put my coffee grounds in the composter, and am too lazy to go up and downstairs with a drippy basket of coffee grounds.
Besides, my husband brings me my coffee in the morning, usually.
I bet he wouldn't complain if I put the coffee pot in the bedroom, so he could get some extra sleep. Actually, the vanity room - which I don't use as a vanity so it just collects miscellaneous stuff. I could put the coffee pot on the counter and a little fridge under it. And a compost collecter next to it. Talk about decadence.
Not as decadent as my dad, though. He has a bidet. Wife number two built his house, and she liked to live in style. When he left her for the dynamo she married a banker.
At any rate, I would have a very hard time giving up coffee. |
