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!
12 comments
Comment by Marylin on January 5, 2009 at 5:50 pm
Hehe awesome post… maybe it’s a good thing after all that I don’t drink coffee! 😉
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Comment by Memarie Lane on January 5, 2009 at 6:19 pm
Brad knows well that i I don’t get my coffee it’s going to be ugly for him. He used to bring me flowers all the time, now he brings me bags of coffee. Much better!
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Comment by Jennifer on January 5, 2009 at 6:23 pm
A more tragic story, I have never heard… ;o) So glad you survived. Kind of sounds like my day when there is no chocolate available. It just makes the day go so much more smoother. Of course I can joke about it as I sit here drinking my grande iced non-fat mocha. I might feel differently had I not had it today. lol…
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Comment by Big Hair Envy on January 5, 2009 at 8:19 pm
We would have all reacted the same way in such a crisis. I put coffee on the grocery list as soon as I open a new can. True story.
This morning, I CHOSE to have hot tea. The grocery store was out of 1% milk Saturday, and I was NOT going to start my South Beach Diet by cheating within the first five minutes of being awake!!! Bwahahahahaa! I hope I can keep it up……13 days until I can have a glass of red wine. But who’s counting?
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Comment by Roger on January 5, 2009 at 8:30 pm
You know, they do have programs for that. 🙂
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Comment by Serendipitous Girl on January 5, 2009 at 10:34 pm
I’m sorry, I just passed out and had a nightmare that someone said the words “no more” and “coffee” right in the same sentence.
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Comment by Ree on January 6, 2009 at 9:25 am
I’m so glad you didn’t die – and that John has easy access to coffee!
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Comment by Tink on January 6, 2009 at 9:37 am
I woke up to that same scary sight this morning! Then Hoop did the knight-in-shining-armor thing and ran to get me some from Chic-fil-a before I headed off to work. My hero!
Comment by witchypoo on January 6, 2009 at 8:07 pm
I always have some instant coffee stashed in case my lazy arse doesn’t make it to the grocery store in time to buy more.
Because there is no way I can make a grocery run without it.
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Comment by On a limb with Claudia on January 7, 2009 at 5:59 pm
ahahahahahahaha. This cracked me up! I know exactly how you feel. And, I am glad you didn’t die.
So did the sexy stuff happen after he brought the coffee?? 😉
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Comment by Tranny Head on January 7, 2009 at 10:28 pm
Before I got preggo with my son, I was a major coffee addict. I couldn’t go without. No way in hell.
But then I had to cut down on the caffeine when I got preggo, and it was SUCH AGONY AND MISERY that I decided not to start drinking caffeine again until I’m finished bearing children. Because going off was that bad. Really.
Anyhoo – I used to be like that. But now I can just drink water for breakfast. Which seems somehow obscene, but is true.
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Comment by mike on January 21, 2009 at 8:55 am
The empty coffee-tin picture is golden, Krissa. My heart races a little when I look at it. But then it goes away, which is the difference between an empty coffee-tin picture and actual coffee.
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