Wednesday, January 14, 2009

My cup runneth over, as doth my coffee pot...

Again. Dang, did it again, twice in as many months. Turned the coffee maker on, but alas, no carafe beneath. Went upstairs, checked e-mail, plucked my eyebrows a bit, found my watch, made the bed, and moseyed downstairs to the smell of burned coffee which had overflowed the basket, on to the hot plate, down the counter, into the canned soup department in the cupboard below, then on to the (fortunately) coffee-colored kitchen carpet. Good thing Mr. Denver Doc snoozed through it all, arriving finally in a freshly mopped kitchen none the wiser as to my morning moment.

4 comments:

kenju said...

Oops. Been there and done that, much to my dismay.

Anonymous said...

But how clever of you to have coffee-colored carpet - or was that a do-it-yourself dye job? - paulette

Wendy said...

Well if things happen in 3's......
O.K. we won't go there. LOL!

Mauigirl said...

My husband has a habit of filling the coffeemaker with the fresh coffee grinds and turning it on but forgetting to put in the water! And he doesn't have the excuse of menopause!