coffee

Isn't that such a beautiful word? So pleasurable to say. Coffee.

A great way to spend a Saturday morning: meet Julia for coffee and a walk to the farmer's market.

Last night I dreamt of impending doom. A tsunami was coming to the U.S., and we all knew about it and we kept saying silly things like, Well, I could be caught dead with a donut in my mouth. That could be my last expression. Knowing this tsunami was coming, everyone was all weepy and hugging one another, while I went upstairs to the "Sale" library to try to get a couple more articles for my research. The last expression on Amy's face: confusion.