Dear Coffee:
I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you today. It’s nothing personal. You look great–in fact, in that sassy new Krupps outfit, you look better than you have in years. I could stare at you the whole morning long, all the while watching a little tiny me reflected in your deep, rich brown. Normally, we’d have already “gotten together” a couple of times today, but…
Well, I never really noticed this before–and please, don’t take this the wrong way–but you have the tendency to be a little, um, cloying. You put little socks on my teeth, my throat, my tongue. And today, before I knew what was happening, you put them on my tonsils.
I know, I should have gotten rid of them years ago (the tonsils, that is). We never got along, they and I. I kept ’em around, though, thinking our relationship would smooth out–and it did, for a while. But now they’re as irritating as ever and I just want ’em gone ’cause they’re coming between me and you.
Truth be told, I think they’re probably just feeling a little neglected. And I can see where they’re coming from–I mean, I have known them for longer than I’ve known you. I tell you what: I’m gonna spend the rest of the day humoring them, and then bright and early tomorrow morning, we’ll pick up where we left off. That okay, honeybun?
Thanks for understanding. You’re my one and only!
xo richard
sturtle [dot] com 