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LOOK WHAT HAPPENED TO ME YESTERDAY.
I casually, even innocently, strolled to the cabinet that holds the precious black ground up goodness that gets me through the day. I reached for the container and put it down on the counter, opened it up and…
CUE THE SCARY MUSIC.
This is what I found. EMPTY. (Note: that word is in italic, bold, caps AND underlined. That is how it sounded in my little caffeine starved head.)
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! I called John immediately and he dropped the phone cause I was still in screaming mode assured me calmly that he would bring home coffee when he was off work.
It was a very trying day. I cried when I broke my fingernail and in hindsight that seems a tad dramatic, but at the time, there REALLY WAS NOTHING ELSE TO DO. My whole day was in capitol letters. The strange little dogs hid from me the whole time. I choose to think that my not having coffee was…depressing them and they just wanted to hide from… the whole world. Yeah. That’s it.
There were headache pills and Henrietta was a pill AND a headache. I had tea with her and it always does help, but I still needed my coffee!
For once, John’s ridiculously long work day was longer for me than him. YES IT WAS, JOHN! Finally he came home and “delivered the goods”. No. That is not a sexy euphemism. He brought the coffee and he KNEW that there was no coming home without it. As a matter of fact he had to show me the bag of perfectly ground beans before he was allowed through the door. I snatched the bag and ran to see my best friend the coffee maker. With trembling hands, (and a silent prayer that John would quit trying to kiss me hello- Don’t make that face! He was getting in my way!), I carefully scooped the grounds right out of the bag into the precious magic machine. Turned on the water right next to the maker of miracles and stretched out the faucet hose to fill it with water. With a quivering finger I pushed the “ON” button. Tears of joy escaped down my face as the tortured day came to an end and the black liquid gold ran into the pot. Soon I was pouring a cup and blowing frantically/burning my tongue because I couldn’t wait. I didn’t care. The best reason to burn my tongue ever.
Today? Got up, made coffee, ran the dishwasher, read the paper… You know, same ol’, same ol’…
Free toes, everybody!