I have loved CoffeeBeanMan since I was a child. Back then he lived in the dirt of a Norfolk pine houseplant my grandparents had in Minneapolis. When my Opa died in 1990, CoffeeBeanMan was the only thing I really wanted from the estate. Which is good, since Opa's second wife stole everything she could. If she had known my feelings for CoffeeBeanMan, she surely would have stolen him, too. Luckily, I am subversive.
As of today, CoffeeBeanMan lives in our kitchen. I was going to put him on the mantel, in a place of honor, but I posed him in the kitchen and look how happy he is!