I looked the other way when you switched the turkey bacon breakfast sandwich to the new one. It’s okay; I need to get better at making breakfast at home anyways. Besides, that was only an occasional indulgence.
Can we talk about the new lids?
They burp.
Actually, they burp-burp-burp and sputter and spit. My dry cleaner is getting to know me quite well. Yes, I have double-cupped like you asked me to and have asked for one-inch less of coffee. I am trying my best to fix our relationship. To do my part. Okay, okay, I know this is one of the first world problems that you hear about and I hang my head just bringing the subject up.
I just wanted you to know that I miss you. I miss carelessly enjoying your warm soothing liquid without a thought as I raise you to my lips. Sigh. I have to watch everything I do now. I want to go back to the way it was.
Quality time together is my love language and I miss our quality time together.
Can we work it out?
Eat well, my friends. Eat well.
Lyndi
