We definitely knew something was wrong.
Our beloved coffee pot was failing. It would stop right in the middle of the brewing process gasping for breath in need of rest. And then one day, it just wouldn’t turn on.
Not a good morning.
For us. Or the coffee maker.
Which meant I would have to illegally leave my kids in the car at Dunkin’ Donuts so that I could grab a coffee. (Kidding. Totally didn’t leave my kids in the car! Who would do that?! Okay I did. Kidding again. Whatever. I know someone who makes her son get on the floor so he can’t be seen when she runs in.)
I didn’t always drink coffee. Not until I had this little baby who got up at 5:30 in the morning and I used to plop her in the Baby Bjorn and pace the empty streets of the West Village until 7 am when the coffee shop opened.
And then it was my husband Rick who showed me that you could actually make coffee at home. In fact, he thinks it’s so good he willingly and enthusiastically drinks 5 day old coffee from the pot. I know. He’s fancy like that. Obviously he has a problem. What do you want me to do? They don’t have self help groups for every issue out there.
So anyway, our coffee pot is done.
And we’ve been feeling a lot of Keurig pressure. You know, these single cup coffee makers. My mother-in-law generously bought us one but we had to return it.
Because it starts with individual coffee containers and pretty soon Rick and I are living separate lives.
Plus, as much as I would like a cup of Green Mountain Island Coconut coffee some mornings, the Keurig thing seems complicated. All those cups and it’s sort of luke warm and I don’t know, I’m just not ready to go edgy like that.
I am still using a paper daily calendar for gosh sakes. Don’t make fun of me or I’ll mock you when you lose your phone and you have no idea when you scheduled your lip wax appointment.
Anyway, here’s the new addition to our family… our coffee pot.
I know it’s not a baby or a kitten but feel free to ooh and ahh anyway.