Mr. Lipstick and I love our coffee. We've spent years perfecting our coffee preparing skills and have gotten it down to a science. First, we heat up the milk, and then froth it so it's nice and foamy. Then we add Just Coffee, our favorite brand, which not only is fair trade, shade-grown & from an organization we trust, but is also delicious. Then, we add sugar and I like to sprinkle the top with cinnamon.
It's the perfect morning ritual, and the ideal way to start the day.
Especially a day when there are 4 days of school left, kids are crazy, it's hot outside, we're practicing readers theater plays all afternoon in first grade, and we have a million things to do before the end of the year on Friday.
Sadly, our coffee maker, which we've loved for 3 years, has died a slow, painful death. 3 or 4 months ago we noticed it would decide to turn off mid-brew, or would not turn on when we first got up in the morning. We've gone to extreme measures to bring it back to life, including talking to it sweetly, yelling at it, bargaining with it, and threatening it's life. Since it is plugged into a socket with one of those reset buttons we've been able to literally shock it back to life every morning for 2 months. It will look dead and unresponsive, but one, two, or ten shocks with the circuit and it again brews the perfect cup.
Mr. Lipstick woke up to my "coaching" this morning.
"This is it! It's do or die. Go big or go home. You can do it. Just one more morning. Two more cups. This is for real. Come on, coffee maker, you can do it. Just one more time. For old times. Don't leave us now. Don't go toward the light...."
You get the picture. He was not amused.
I am bleary eyed and coffee-less.
It's going to be a long day.