Tears for Coffee
I have this really great routine that I generally follow all day long. When Zadey faithfully wakes up every morning at 4 AM for a bottle, I stay awake. I straighten the house, get myself going, work on projects on the computer but most of all…I have an entire pot of coffee before Joanne even gets home from work!
Well, yesterday, lil Miss helpful Joanne decides to do a nice clean of my coffee pot. When she’s done, the time shows up as 8:99. Uh oh, something isn’t right! I think OK, now I can’t set the timer to have hot coffee when I wake up, that’s not the end of the world and don’t prep my coffee last night. This morning, I get up and do my thing and think “OK, gotta go make that coffee!” So, I put my water in, coffee is in the filter and I press that magic button ON. Nothing happens. ON. Nothing happens. I unplug it, give it a minute and plug it back in. Uh oh, time is still 8:99! ON. It’s not happening…there’s no coffee! ::cries:: I want coffee!!
OK, so why the tears? My parents just bought me this coffee pot for Christmas. I’d been too cheap to get myself one that had a timer but I put it on my Christmas list and they got it. I love my coffee…it’s not about the caffine either (we drink decaf these days or half caf). It’s still a little chilli in my house when I wake up, and it’s a little cold outside so the warm feels good. I love drinking coffee in any weather though. I just love it. So, I got all excited to have this really great coffee pot. My parents did good with this one and now she broke it! So now this morning instead of having a drink that not only tastes good but feels all warm inside, I’m stuck with Diet Pepsi! :(
I called Joanne on the cell phone at work. I say “before you leave, will you please buy me a coffee pot?” Of course, she’s all pissy now because she knows SHE DID IT! And she apologizes and I pretend it’s OK but really, I’m considering going back to bed until she gets home because I don’t have my coffee. It’s really throwing off my morning. Well, it’s only about 2 more hours before she’s off of work. Perhaps I’ll survive that long.
