Simple matter of tipping over the glass beaker for my Saturday morning cup of Ethiopian Yirgacheffe coffee…with the cord of the coffee grinder.
The worst bit was that I didn’t get any coffee.
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blief 
I know it’s not funny, but I did have a laugh over this one. Ok…it’s kinda funny!!
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Believe me, it isn’t funny–it’s a catastrophe. Hope you can find a replacement. Moods improve, energy returns with daily caffine!
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It is funny, only because I break things. As it turns out I was a tad irritable Saturday but I attributed it to sun exposure.
As for a replacement; I found a reason to make it to the store that very night and replaced the press.
I may delude myself into thinking I don’t need a cup a day, but Ang makes no bones about it.
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Ah HA!! So there you have it: If Lief doesn’t “need” his caffeine kick in the a.m., then he better darn well be sure that Ang gets hers — or else!!!
I wonder if that’s why the Grumpy One gets short-changed on his beloved Lemon Meringue Pie; could it be that the Grand Mother doesn’t get her daily allotment of caffeine? (NOTE: Grumpy hasn’t broken a glass carafe in several years, but he regularly drinks way more than his share of the pot of java juice that is made fresh each morning.
I wonder why there is always more made on the mornings when the Grand Mother makes it than those rare mornings when Grumpy makes it? Hmmm?
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