I am very spoiled. Every morning Quentin wakes me up with a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Not just any coffee; coffee he has roasted, ground and brewed himself! Yes, we are serious coffee snobs. While I am all about the fabric, Quentin is all about the coffee. He got a roaster for his birthday. It fits in his gas grill.
What could be better, coffee and fire? Now when he roasts, the whole yard and every article of clothing smells like coffee. (I think you could make a lot of money selling coffee smell as a men’s cologne.)
Well, since I have been up since 4:30 with a runny nose (I love the fall), I think I will bring Quentin coffee in bed this beautiful Sunday morning.