There was a TV show when I was three called Herself the Elf or something. I was defenitely a fan. The show was nothing more than any other show, which I hope explains how I could be such a fan but not remember much about it. But we had these special collector glasses featuring Herself the Elf. And they were formed like a coffee mug, but with a stem. These I loved. I loved these because I felt grown up when I drank from them.
I have always been a bit of an insomniac. Even as a baby, I wouldn't go to sleep and certainly wouldn't stay asleep. So, when I would get up early, and Daddy would already be up, I would pad softly into the kitchen. Daddy would pour a bit of coffee into a magic cup. Then he would add spoonful of sugar. He would fill the rest of the cup with milk. He would read the paper while the eggs were cooking, and I would sip my 'coffee' like I was 85 and visiting with neighbors.
As I got older, and grew more accustomed to taste, the milk and sugar decreased and the coffee increased. The magical cups went to the back of the cupboard, and I had my own 'grown up' mug on the shelf. But I think the smaller, magical mug will always be my favorite.
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Remember our Friday night coffee outings senior year where we'd get coffee at the Coffee Beanery and then go to Barnes and Noble or whatnot? I can't for the life of me figure out how on earth I could drink coffee that late and then go home and go to bed. Now I can't have coffee past about three without being up until 2 am. Oddly, though, drinking my normal 9 am cup of coffee doesn't do much of anything to wake me up... figures. ;.)
If I drink coffee all day long, I don't have a problem going to bed when I drink it late. If I've had trouble locating a cup until after noonish, then, whoa nelly: the poop is hitting the fan!
As for the Coffee Beanery - my fondest memory is actually of when we were home from college and we attempted to catch snowflakes on our tongues. We weren't so successful, but we had an effing blast!
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