i make myself crazy, i tell ya.
this morning paul and i had a cup of coffee.
a little background info...
we have a french press.
it make 2 large cups of coffee.
i LOVE it.
but it is my 2nd one...i broke my last one in the dishwasher.
every morning i make one pot...but on the weekends i make two pots.
so this morning we were finishing up our first cups and i had just poured the water in the second pot. i was talking to paul...passionately. my arms were flailing about. my voice was high-pitched and loud. i was serious about what i was saying. (and a few hours later i can't remember what i was exactly saying...typical for me.)
anyway, i had just added the nearly boiling water and placed the lid on. the plunger part was still up high. i said something very serious as i flung myself around to look at paul and make sure he was just as passionate as i was about this subject matter and my hand caught on the plunger part of the pot.
it flew towards me...shattering as it hit the counter and nearly boiling water went everywhere...including on my pant leg.
and then it went silent. one of those moments where everybody knows it's better not to say anything.
it took me a half hour to clean up. water and coffee grounds ran down the front of the cupboards...into the drawers, inside the cupboard doors.
it went all over my brand new box of band nuts. (seriously, our babysitter sold nuts for band. i bought a box for like $16 or something ridiculous. she had just brought them out on new years eve when she babysat.) they were ruined.
coffee pot ruined.
starbucks-brand coffee wasted.
believe me. nobody spoke for a long time.
so happy birthday to me (on friday)...i'm getting a new french press.
i purchased the stainless steel one this time.
i'm getting smart in my old age.