True Story…. My coffee machine at home doesn’t work today! (before you proceed… if you didn’t read my post yesterday – please do so now “A Sprinkle of Estrogen”)
Either the universe is trying to tell me something…
Like maybe I drink too much coffee or…
Maybe I should cut back on caffeine or…
Maybe men & estrogen jokes aren’t funny or…
Maybe I shouldn’t threaten messing with hubby’s masculinity
OR
Maybe Hubby has sabotaged my Mr. Coffee??
Since I’m unemployed, hubby gets up before me.
Sometimes he leaves me presents (if you need a refresher see HERE).
Sometime he leaves me notes (call the lawn guy).
Sometimes he breaks my coffee machine to protect himself.
Ok, I really have no idea if hubby messed with my coffee machine.. In all likelihood he didn’t even touch it (he doesn’t even drink coffee at home before work). But it is quite curious that it completely doesn’t work today.
I wake up, grab the carafe, fill it with water, grab a filter, fill it with coffee… turn it on ….. AND>>>>>> NOTHING!
The little light is on but it’s not making any noise. It’s as if it’s mocking me. Laughing that I thought it would be an accomplice to spiking hubby’s coffee. Taunting me with that little orange glow. It sits there, stubbornly glaring at me. I unplug it and plug it back in. The same mocking light.. shining brightly on me…. Interrogating me – “Did you really think that you’d get away with this?” I can hear it say to me. “Aw come on, just make my coffee” I say. SILENCE!
Anyhow, I was too lazy to go out and buy myself a cup of coffee today… so, I’m officially caffeine free.. and it’s 2:00 now. Yes, I’m cranky. Yes, I want some coffee. No, I’m still not really awake.
And….. even if Mr. Coffee doesn’t want to play this game with me, Mr Fat Free Milk just might have to step up, after all, I’m trying to conduct a legitimate experiment here!
To Be Continued…………..
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If you want to make sure your hubby doesn’t mess with your coffee maker I think you just have to tell him you would like him to do something with it … it then becomes like the box of stuff sitting on the floor you want him to move, it now becomes the thing he’s least likely to touch.
hmmmmm curious indeed.
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I know we can’t be married to the same man but they were definitely cut from the same mold. You have my sympathies.
For years I’d find hubby’s previous day’s underwear & socks ON TOP of the hamper, which I just couldn’t figure out. When I inquired as to why he can’t lift the lid, he replied, “Because I toss them from bed.” Well, of course. That made perfect sense. He was practicing his basketball shots.
I moved the hamper to the dressing room the next day where it has remained ever since. However, even if I have all the darks and whites in separate piles, ready for the laundry, he still puts his dirty things in the laundry hamper. Apparently, he can’t tell the difference in dark loads & light loads, so he just puts in the hamper, where it belongs. Bless his pointed little head.
But, we’re only touching the tip of the iceberg here.
Liz… they always seem to find a new way to “keep us on our toes” dont’ they?! At least you have him finally putting all of it in the hamper, I’d say you’ve accomplished a lot!!