How Much Coffee Is Too Much Coffee? (standard:humor, 911 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 17 2022	Views/Reads: 431/248	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
When it comes to my spiritual taste, I need to focus on God. My experience with God makes my life the joy that it is.

I will be the first to confess that I love my coffee, especially in the
morning. When anybody asks how much coffee is enough, I usually say, 
“Just one more cup.” 

My day cannot get started until I've had a sufficient amount of coffee.
If I don't have enough coffee when I meet somebody, they will look at 
me and say, “Have you had your coffee today?” 

I respond by saying, “Well, not enough.” 

I haven't always been a fan of coffee. If I am obsessed with coffee, I
will have to blame The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage for this. She 
is the one that introduced me to coffee, and here I am. 

When I was young, I hated the coffee my parents had. I tried tasting it
a couple of times, and it really was awful, almost like mud. How they 
were able to drink that coffee is beyond me. 

It was not until I married The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage that I
understood what the problem was. 

When I was young, my parents used “instant coffee.” I'm not sure why
they drank that, but I did not like it. I thought, at the time, coffee 
was for idiots. I never said it out loud because I feared who might 
hear me saying it. But I believe it and have a good reason for 
believing it. 

After we were married, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage bought
something I never saw before, which was a coffee pot. I thought my 
father was a coffee pot at the time. I did not know what it was for, 
but when you're first married, you don't create any ambiance of 
negativity. 

It was then I understood what real coffee was all about. The coffee pot
made real coffee. I had never had real coffee before and fell in love 
with coffee after one gentle sip. 

So, you see, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is responsible for
my addiction to coffee. 

Since then, I've enjoyed many a cup of coffee, particularly from her
coffee pot in the kitchen. I began understanding the difference between 
“instant coffee” and “real coffee.” I'm surprised my parents didn't 
know the difference. 

After being married for over 50 years, I have never been tempted to get
a cup of instant coffee, what a tragedy of taste that would be. 

Since I've been drinking coffee, my days have never been better. But, of
course, there are those few days when I don't have a chance to grab my 
coffee because of oversleeping or something. Those have been brought 
down to very few, I assure you. 

My day starts perfectly after that first coffee in the morning. 

Recently, in the afternoon, I was drinking some coffee; the Gracious
Mistress of the Parsonage entered the room and, looking at me, said, 
“Haven't you had enough coffee for the day?” 

I looked at her, smiled, and cheerfully said, “That animal doesn't
exist.” Then I went back to sipping my heavenly cup of coffee. 

My morning cup of coffee enables me to start the day rather cheerful. I
know when I start each day, there's going to be something that's going 
to give me a problem. A day without problems is a day I haven't gotten 
out of bed. A great solution to these problems is a hot cup of coffee 
in the morning. Not just “a” cup of coffee but a series of cups of 
coffee. I'm a serial coffee drinker. 

“Drinking too much coffee,” The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
warned me, “is not very good for your health.” 

I looked at her with a mischievous smile and said, “Would you like to
deal with me without my cup of coffee in the morning?” 



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