In a flippant exchange the other day, an astute and loving friend urged me to set my sights somewhere with two types: those whose passions will make me want to stay up at night; and those whose acumen will make me want to get up in the morning.

Naturally, my simple mind adapted the notion into drinkable terms: I ought to surround myself with wine and coffee.

I knew we were friends for a reason!

And while he wasn't dispensing love advice, my thoughts went there too.

Surely, one person can embody both the night's fervor and the morning's promise.

But if I had to choose just one?

It'd be a Mr. Coffee.

The latte-colored skin would be an awfully nice bonus.