No one should wake up to the day I had Friday.

I went into the kitchen as I always do, plopped the coffee cup under the coffee maker, added the coffee pod and hit GO – all before I let the dogs out of the crate even though they were probably DYING to go to the bathroom.  They can give me that look all they want, but mama needs her java fix.

Yes, the dogs…Forget that the older one, Buster, has kidney issues and the younger one, Penny Lane, drinks the bowl dry before bedtime.  I just need to get the coffee STARTED and then I can let them out.

Until the day the coffee maker doesn’t start.  Which was Friday.


I did the obvious, unplug and replug and unplug and replug, push all the buttons 10 times real fast, BANG ON THE COUNTER hoping that will jiggle something back into place.  nope.  We’d had a few days where it was flaky and a little sensitive, so that must just be it…let’s jiggle some more…but no.

nothing, nada, negatory

Oh you are still thinking about the dogs…  I almost (or more like totally) forgot.  About now I hear some pathetic yelping and realizing it’s NOT JUST ME DOING IT, I go let out the dogs.

Strap them up, head outside – PEE QUICKLY MAMA HAS TO DEAL WITH A KITCHEN CRISIS – we can do the big stuff later when I’ve been caffeinated.

A little backstory here…Did I tell you I’m spoiled?  I have a Tassimo single serve coffee maker and it’s supposed to provide me with a single, perfectly brewed cup of coffee in just a few minutes every morning so I can jump start the day and they don’t pay me – though they could – to say that.   I don’t even own an old fashioned “make a pot” coffee maker any more.  And seriously do they even sell those anyway?

You see coffee = sanity.  It’s not that you don’t want to be near me when I haven’t had my coffee.  I’m still civilized and won’t eat your head or anything if you say something to tick me off, but it’s not good to push that envelope.

Oh yes, the dogs.  You keep worrying about them don’t you?  They are giving me that look like they’d really enjoy breakfast now, so I grab a Coke and pretend that makes it OK.  A few Cokes later (where did the 12 pack go?) I was feeling much better and life returned to some level of normal.  And the good thing about dogs is their attention span is about as long as your 1 year old’s.   Once I got around to feeding them they lurved me (*licked my face*) just like normal.

I bought a new coffee maker that day. We may eat blue box mac and cheese for a few days to make up for the expense, but at least we’ll have our coffee.

*no animals were hurt in the making of this post, but I may not be allowed back in Bed Bath and Beyond after I ran over the assistant manager to get to the Tassimo display. If you see Bill tell him Linda said “sorry”…

3 Comments on One Day Without Coffee…

  1. Diane
    November 12, 2010 at 6:33 pm (8 years ago)

    I hear you! I loved this post. Been there, done that, dogs and all. I am still laughing, not at you! just the post! Keep it up.

  2. Lauralee Hensley
    November 10, 2010 at 1:00 am (8 years ago)

    “Hahahahahahahahahaha!” “Oh No Mr. Bill,” I see that Claymation figure flattened like a pancake in my mind now. Hey my brother-in-law who just has to have his coffee always has a new coffee maker in the house ready to go for when the old one dies. As soon as one dies and he has to use the new back-up one, he’ll be going out to get a new back-up one for it too. That’s the way he operates.

  3. Betty
    November 10, 2010 at 12:10 am (8 years ago)

    been there, done that and never going back: I have multiple ways of making coffee in the house.


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