A few weeks ago, MyMan came home with a bag of the new coffee from Cole Hauser's coffee company, Free Reign Coffee Company. *this is not in any way paid or monetized; see disclaimers in the sidebar* For the record, we like dark roast, and American Dirt (the dark roast flavor) was very nice. Strong, and as I commented on Instagram, reminiscent of an Oreo cookie without the cream filling. It also mellows upon cooling instead of getting harsh, and we've enjoyed it. However, it was also a bit pricey for us, so we're probably not going to race right out and get another bag just yet. It will be on regular rotation though, I'm sure.
Ok, so I told you that part to tell you about this morning.
One of the things about the packaging of the coffee is the picture above of a signed rendering of Cole Hauser as his character from Yellowstone, Rip Wheeler.
We rename things in our house, because after 13 years together, and now as empty-nesters who spend a lot of time together, we have our own personal slang, if you will.
So, MyMan made coffee this morning with the last of the 'Rip Coffee', and as he threw the bag away, I said, "Bye Rip" in a tone that sounded as if I was saying farewell to a departing but dear friend.
MyMan comes back with a teasing, but consoling, "Awwwweee, you're going to miss your crush." I could practically hear the frownie emoji and a pat on the head.
I immediately shot back, going even further with the teasing, "Yeah, I stroke his little face when you're not here", about the picture of Cole's Rip on the bag. "I can hear him in my head telling me, 'Let's tone down the crazy, Aria.'"
Well, we both doubled over laughing and eventually the coffee finished brewing and we toasted Rip and laughed some more over our cups.
So, as coffee has a wont to do, shortly thereafter, I dipped out to the rest room, okay? I shall say no more.
When I came back, MyMan had cut the picture out and placed it on my side table next to my cup of coffee, propped up like it was a cut-out from a teen magazine of old.
We both fell back into a new round of laughter. We came to a natural pause when he asked me, "Would you like me to frame it?"
"No!" I responded with feigned horror, "How could I stroke his little face then?"
"I can do one without the glass."
"Oh, OK then! Yes!"
More laughter.
"I'm so turning this into a post!"
"You should."
There's nothing better than starting a Saturday morning with natural, full-body laughter.
What a wonderful cup of coffee. Thanks Cole!