Gosh, I hope no innocent peasant suffered for my coffee
An early Father’s Day present, my wife bought me a single-cup coffee maker. I’ll now be able to stay awake as my homeboy Joel McNally explains to me about his black experience and his distrust for the police. Mrs. Wigderson, aka the lovely Doreen from Waukesha, is not a coffee drinker, so one or two cups at a time is really all we ever need.
So I’m sitting here enjoying a nice cup of coffee with a couple of fudge cookies, Brewers baseball and my home wireless (ATT U-verse) network.
Somebody please remind me why people go to Starbucks.
Buy gourmet coffee for Dad!
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