The Boyfriend has some of the finest espresso pulling skills I’ve ever been privy to. He’s got it down to an art, really.

There is an espresso machine in the break room at work, as well as free freshly ground beans just up for the taking. I couldn’t begin to make a shot if my life depended on it. All I know is that you tamp down the beans once they are ground. That’s it. You think some of his knowledge would have at least rubbed off a little.

How the Web is ruining damn near everything

‘Twas but a matter of time: NY Times to stop charging for editorial content.

She swung pink-sandaled feet in time to music no one heard. The spoon that held her milky reflection was nearly as large as her face. The grown-ups on either side of her spoke intently to one another, leaving coffee cold and the tab untouched. They’d ordered her dessert, a rare treat, and for a few swollen moments her whole world was in that cup.