Can't-win coffee.... So here's a pointless little tale for you on a Friday morning. And it doesn't have to do with not being able to win roll-up-the-rim. Cuz I do. I win the odd coffee and donut. And they even congratulate me when I bring it to the till. But anyway, for the past few days I've repeatedly forgotten to pick up cream (18%, mmm) to make my morning coffee at home. The only other options in the fridge being soy and goat's milk, I've been repeatedly hitting Timmy's on the way to work. Yesterday I ended up having a long conversation in the line-up with an exchange student who kept trying to guess my age. Today the drive-thru looked shortest so I did that, ordered my coffee (2 cream, 1 sugar) and hopped back on the road to work.

I only ever open the coffee tab when I'm at my desk, a minute down the road, to avoid burning my tongue and/or pouring it down myself in the car. So I get to work just now, pop the tab on automatic while staring at the screen scanning morning emails, and take a nice long swig of pure black coffee. Doh! I raid the work fridge for a creamer of sorts and end up using (and hence now have to replace) the last few drips of a colleague's french vanilla creamer. Yeah, this coffee tastes like total crap. It's amazing how fickle I am, how the littlest thing can set your morning off... So to look on the sunny side of this beautiful day, I'm grateful it's Friday, that I don't have a caffeine headache (worse than bad coffee), and that I'm leaving early for a meeting with the caterers and dinner with good friends. Bon weekend!