The Honey Pot

me: when you made that pot of coffee…did you only make like, one cup?

AuntMurble: I’M SO SORRY!!! I’M SO SELFISH!!! *~hahahahaha!~* what is wrong with me?

me: pffft. okay…I guess I’ll make another pot.

a few brewed minutes later. as I’m walking up the stairs to sit with Jazz.

me: I made a tablespoon of coffee.

AuntMurble: HA!HAHA!HA!HA! I hope it’s strong and delicious!

me: It’s the most amazing coffee I’ve ever had. I’m sorry there isn’t enough to share.

no. I made a full pot. enjoy.

Good morning, tumblroos

Good morning, tumblroos

This mug just arrived in the mail. I’m going to have to change into my Goonies shirt and drink coffee FOREVER.

This mug just arrived in the mail. I’m going to have to change into my Goonies shirt and drink coffee FOREVER.

A SECOND POT OF COFFEE

wasn’t my best idea ever

ARF! ARF!

ARF! ARF!

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I’m making a pot of coffee. a warm delicious mistake.

marinatinginmyawesomeness:

Dawwww!!!

OH NO!

mychemicalcarey:

It’s perfect. He loves coffee. I love coffee. And him. :D

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When I say “can I make coffee? Can I get into the kitchen for a minute?” And you make your decades old joke about ‘can I/may I’, that has never changed my speech pattern, what I mean is- “CAN YOU please stay the f*ck away from the sink and coffee pot, for like two minutes, while I make coffee?”

at 7am I got up to make coffee. I felt so queasy I couldn’t quite get the job done. I crouched in the kitchen, controlling my breathing until I could stand up again. quietly. so as not to alarm anyone. Finished making the coffee. and went back upstairs to drink water and catch up on over 24hrs of tumblr on my phone.

anyway. I’m trying again. This coffee is delicious but I might have to go crouch somewhere.