There's actually a cute (to me) story about the coffee thing.
I used to hate coffee. Hate it with hatey hatefulness.
Until, one day, a client needed a huge PowerPoint presentation created and conform to corporate standards for a conference in the following week, and they didn't have their regular graphics guru to bail them out (because he (my husband, as a matter of fact) was working on the BoD's presentations for that same conference). It was late winter/early spring, and my fingers were freezing in the room I used as an office, and tea just wouldn't cut it. It was too cold for my caffeine of choice (CocaCola - powered by BEARS!), so I needed Hot Caffeine. Enough sugar and cream, and it was tolerable.
Today, my day doesn't get going without two mugs of coffee from the 1950s era percolator. Drip coffee stinks. Percolator all the way, baybee!
__________________
Powered by coffee!
|