“Oh for God’s sake, Cheryl, what’s wrong now?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’s wrong’?”
“You have that look on your face.”
“Look?”
“The ’till my dying day’ look.”
“Well if you must know, I’m not pleased with your choice for lunch today.”
“You like diners, I thought you would like Buster Browns.”
“Look at this coffee, Ethel, look what happened to my coffee?”
“Oh. Well, that’s one reason I take mine black.”
“You don’t drink coffee, Ethel, you drink tea.”
“Yes, but you don’t see me adding any cream, do you? Just ask for another cup and some fresher cream.”
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This week’s prompts are: 1) What happened to my coffee? 2) Buster Browns 3) till my dying day
I decided to try to use all three this time and here is what I got in 25 mins or less, as directed by tnkerr.
Oooo… hate that curdled cream in coffee thing. Blech!
way to tie it all together – yuck to the cream!
My wife used to try and get me to smell the cream before she’d put it in her coffee. It worked once.
Thanks for playing, Ted.
Glad I drink my coffee black!
Curdled? Ugh! Always love to hear from your Great Aunts Ted!
hahaha
I like cream… or milk in my coffee. What I don’t like is when I get that little portioned thing and open and dump it and it curdles…