Desperate times
Desperate times call for deperate measures this is my story..... actually it is more of a confession and feel free NOT to read it. You, not being a coffee drinker, will not really understand the panicky undertones *grin*
I ran out of coffee yesterday, just managed to make a half of a pot. With only a bit of irritation, I made due with that. Later in the day, I went to SuperStore and got a large can of coffee so nothing would spoil THIS mornings coffee.
Cheerfully, I went to make some this morning... ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGG no filters. *pant, pant* MY weekend morning COFFEE is the one thing I look forward to. I like to have coffee when I play a game, or read, or watch TV, or even talk on the phone. I can't do that during the week and it is not just COFFEE. It is a symbol that I can stay at home today. It is an metaphor for FREEDOM, it is an oxymoron for relaxing... (a subtle reference to the caffiene)
Of course I have options. There are ALWAYS options. Option 1, go buy some stupid filters... well that defeats the whole purpose of staying in my housecoat and RELAXING with my morning coffee... (but I will do it later)
Option 2, make it without a filter.. yuck. from my years drinking 'boiled coffee', I know how to do this but I hate picking the coffee grounds out of my teeth. Option 3, just don't have coffee. I am worked up now, so that also is not an option.
A light bulb comes on over my head... I look for the old filter. I put in a clean garbage yesterday and there it sit... nothing gross in there yet. (I can hear you now saying groooooooooooooooooss) Embarrassed as though someone is watching me I grab the coffee filter, rinse it off and then pour hot water all over it to kill the germs... all the time I am thinking "I can't believe I am doing this, this is very disgusting, sort of foreshadowning a type of 'bagladyish', hint to my future.
I ignore my conscience -- here I sit now, coffee is made, a lovely dark roast, and it is in my favourite blue mug. I just am staring at the dark liquid, afraid to taste it. It looks like coffee. I am afraid to taste it, my taste buds have been fouled by the sweetness of an swiss mocha international coffee that I made as I waited.
It smells ok... One sip... *BIG SMILE* it tastes just like COFFEE... yay. Deperate measures -- it paid off.
Ok you can wake up now...
I ran out of coffee yesterday, just managed to make a half of a pot. With only a bit of irritation, I made due with that. Later in the day, I went to SuperStore and got a large can of coffee so nothing would spoil THIS mornings coffee.
Cheerfully, I went to make some this morning... ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGG no filters. *pant, pant* MY weekend morning COFFEE is the one thing I look forward to. I like to have coffee when I play a game, or read, or watch TV, or even talk on the phone. I can't do that during the week and it is not just COFFEE. It is a symbol that I can stay at home today. It is an metaphor for FREEDOM, it is an oxymoron for relaxing... (a subtle reference to the caffiene)
Of course I have options. There are ALWAYS options. Option 1, go buy some stupid filters... well that defeats the whole purpose of staying in my housecoat and RELAXING with my morning coffee... (but I will do it later)
Option 2, make it without a filter.. yuck. from my years drinking 'boiled coffee', I know how to do this but I hate picking the coffee grounds out of my teeth. Option 3, just don't have coffee. I am worked up now, so that also is not an option.
A light bulb comes on over my head... I look for the old filter. I put in a clean garbage yesterday and there it sit... nothing gross in there yet. (I can hear you now saying groooooooooooooooooss) Embarrassed as though someone is watching me I grab the coffee filter, rinse it off and then pour hot water all over it to kill the germs... all the time I am thinking "I can't believe I am doing this, this is very disgusting, sort of foreshadowning a type of 'bagladyish', hint to my future.
I ignore my conscience -- here I sit now, coffee is made, a lovely dark roast, and it is in my favourite blue mug. I just am staring at the dark liquid, afraid to taste it. It looks like coffee. I am afraid to taste it, my taste buds have been fouled by the sweetness of an swiss mocha international coffee that I made as I waited.
It smells ok... One sip... *BIG SMILE* it tastes just like COFFEE... yay. Deperate measures -- it paid off.
Ok you can wake up now...