Happy National Coffee Day


For the last few years, the Hunka-hunka and I have celebrated National Coffee Day.  We have had the most fun.  The first year we planned on hitting 7 coffee places.  After the 5th, we shook and shimmied our way home.  We had maximum caffeine overload.

Since Greg and I moved to the Island, I feel it is our duty to have as much stupid-ass fun as possible.  The poor guy is amazingly agreeable to all the silly things I plan.  We both think National Coffee Day is just about the best.

A couple of years ago, we happened to be on a road trip and landed in Mississippi on the big day.  There weren’t any coffee stands as we know them about, so we went into a McDonald’s for coffee.  Of course, the prescribed greeting is, “Happy National Coffee Day”, called out in a fairly loud and cheery voice.  There were probably 20 people in the McDonald’s and they all stopped, turned and stared.  Then one brave soul came up to us, reached out his hand and said welcome to Mississippi, you must be from Seattle.  That alone makes the celebration worthwhile and memorable.

This year, we’re staying in state.  I’ve already bought our prizes.  Did I mention it’s like reverse Trick-or-treating?  Everywhere we go, we leave tokens of the day.  This year I found limited edition espresso Snickers bars.   I can hardly wait to share the day with a bunch of total strangers who will look at us like we’re weirder than a box of rocks.  I live for this stuff.



Remember when I said how laughter extends your life.  Scientifically, I really don’t know if that’s true, but I do know I am having so much fun just breathing that adding coffee to the mix seems like a fabulous idea.

So, think about joining us in celebrating National Coffee Day this year.  It’s always on the 29th of September.  We’ll be the ones wearing our commemorative coffee socks.  Yes, we each have special socks.  What can I say?  Look up weirdo in the dictionary and there’s my picture and yes, I’m laughing.

And remember:  A day without coffee is like…..just kidding; I have no idea. 

Big kiss, Lynn                                          


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