Never say goodbye

This will be my last post for a while. As you well know, I am off for Africa tomorrow. I will be gone for a week and a half. I hope you are okay while I am gone.

It's 3pm on a Friday afternoon, the day before my vacation. Where do you think my brain is? Not here. I decided I needed a cup of coffee, so I ambled down to the breakroom to find. . . no coffee. Actually, there were tiny amounts in two pots, but someone had turned off the warmers so both were ice cold. If they had been on, I probably would have combined the two pots to scrape out a cup. I decide that I want flavoured coffee--my company buys that shit. I think I'm the only one who uses it. I start rummaging through, looking for a decaf version, and finally decide to dump the box out and organize the flavours. Again, it's 3pm on a Friday, the day before my vacation. Here is a sampling of the coffees:

1. Bananas Foster (ew)
2. Southern Pecan
3. Southern Pecan Delight (no idea what could be the difference)
4. Jamaican Me Crazy (sigh)
5. Sinful Delight (tempted to brew this just to see)

But no decaf. I pull all the packets out of the box, and the VERY last one is: Hazlenut Decaf. I actually said "Yay!" out loud. I pulled out a filter, opened the bag, and took a sniff before I poured it in. I hope it tastes a lot better than it smells. I'll let you know.