That, or watch me being high on double coffee every morning

Dear future hubster,

my mokka makes coffee for two. Which comes very handy in this current life of living with people, and makes me the unrivaled coffee queen of any food-related event I host (and frankly, all events I host are food-related).

But sometimes I picture mornings when I wake up in a life and flat of only you and me and the baby goat on the balcony, and then I get anxious about my mokka. Waste of coffee is not something I can accept. 

So if you are not a coffee drinker (I heard those creatures exist), please make a point by walking into my life with a mokka for one.