Last Tuesday when I was at my mom’s, I noticed this package in her refrigerator. I am doing my best to step back and not micro manage (kind of like Josh Allen is trying not to run!!!), so I didn’t say anything to her about it. When I went back on Wednesday, it was on her counter. I could smell that it was coffee. No label, nothing. I asked her why she had it, she has never drank coffee and doesn’t even have a coffee maker anymore. She said someone gave it to her, she didn’t know who. I told her I would take it home and use it. She responded, “Well, it’s special, because someone gave it to me.” Someone. I told her I’m sure it was, but it was of no use in her apartment, and I would enjoy it. It’s not half bad. I did have a little trepidation opening it on Sunday, because, well, you never know, guess I watch too many crime shows! See less
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