Jan. 30, 2007 - Coffee
As of Sunday afternoon, I had just spend three days weaning myself off of caffeine. I do this every so often, however this time I did it, rather grudgingly, for a specific reason. I was not particularly thrilled to be getting a cup from the decaf pot at church Sunday morning. Decaf is nasty. Most of the time I'd just rather do without. Sunday was so doggone cold, however, that I went ahead and got some of the wretched swill. I whined to the hubby, who does not drink coffee, and he suggested I go half-caff. Well, you know me, the wonder woman of willpower that I am, said, "Okay." It was better, but I still only drank half of it.
The good news was that because I've walked this lonely, coffeeless road before I knew I needed the 3 days to adjust to a caffeine-free existence. Otherwise, splitting headaches would be my fate. So, at least I was only in emotional, rather than physical pain.
Sunday evening, the child and I had to head into town a little early so that I could run some errands before church. My hubby is always amazed that no matter where I need to go, somehow, there is always a coffee shop "on the way." And, it just happens that my favorite coffee shop really IS on the way to church and my errands. I decided that I would go have an iced caramella---decaf. After all, with enough caramel syrup and whipped cream, even I wouldn't be able to taste the lack of real coffee.
So, the child and I roll into the Java Haute. I order the child a caramel steamer, and me a tall iced caramella. Then I run to the restroom while the tasty brews are being made. Now, if you were paying attention, you'll notice that I said, "tall iced caramella". Did I say "decaf"? No, I did not. And I realized this while in the restroom. "Doh!" thought I, "They'll have it done by the time I get back out there!" And so they did. What's a girl to do? I couldn't ask them to remake it---they'd made what I ordered.
Of course, not because of any deep seated caffeine addiction, but purely from a standpoint of Christian charity and goodwill toward the baristas, I sucked that puppy right down. Within five minutes, Sister Basketball Fingers happened to show up and I was already so hopped up on my caramella that I told her the entire story in the span of about 4.5 seconds. Followed by the hyper-active laughter than only going from zero to two shots of espresso in 5 minutes can produce.
I've spent the last two days weaning myself off of coffee again.
Comments
Feb. 2, 2007 - I can relate
Posted by jenn4him
What a dream to have a coffee shop on the way to church and errands. It's going to be a cold Sunday in IN this week. Keep warm,
Jenn
