Tag Archives: coffee

tonight’s game… from a non-fan.

I’m going to say this twice… here and at the end: If this post starts a riot, down it comes. But really, I think it’s pretty non-offensive. All I’ve heard about for weeks is tonight’s big game. Has everything else … Continue reading

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sevens again. day 7.

Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day. Yeah, I realize it’s been days since I posted number 6… I have a lot on my mind… wish I didn’t… … Continue reading

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coffee sign.

Black and white with a touch of color… photo: my own ©2017 what sandra thinks

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something extra.

I needed a little something extra with my coffee this morning. Here’s what I found.  You’re welcome, ladies (and anyone who appreciates this lovely picture)… ♥ sandra  

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oddities.

Why does iced coffee cost more than hot? I get that the large iced is giant compared to the large hot. However… there’s a fucking lot of ice going on in there. No way I’m actually drinking more coffee. Fuck, … Continue reading

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bitchfest | d – decaf #atozchallenge

d | decaf Why? I do love the taste of coffee. I love coffee-flavored anything. Ice cream. Brownies. Cake. Chocolate. Milk. Mm… coffee milk. (Yes, I did grow up in RI… coffee milk is our thing…) So maybe I don’t … Continue reading

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tuesday.

Fuck, I’m tired. I’m just not capable of falling asleep at a decent hour anymore. I’ve been meaning to change that… guess I should get on it. But exhaustion aside, I have to get in the shower. I have to … Continue reading

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coffee obsession.

It started when I was about 5 years old. I took a sip of Dad’s coffee (black). It was a little bitter but I was somehow okay with that. I snuck a sip of Mom’s next (milk and sugar). Oh, … Continue reading

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