Enjoyed the gift of coffee

This morning I went downstairs and heard this awful noise. It was the sound of our coffee maker NOT brewing coffee, but really trying. It was like it was in labor. I look at the coffee pot and realize that it is EMPTY. I bang on the coffee maker in hopes that something will shake lose and coffee will be born. Nothing. This is a horrible, horrible turn of events for me and for those who must spend any amount of time with me. So, I get these sample instant coffee packets that I grabbed at Starbucks ages ago and make some of that. By the way, this is after the cussing and grumbling. Well, not really after because that went on for hours. I guess “while” I was cussing and grumbling is more accurate. I thought the instant coffee tasted like dirty water and that made me even angrier. Here is where I write how at some point during the morning I realize that people have much bigger problems than no coffee for one day and I’m so lucky……Oh, wait, no it’s not…..I wanted my freaking coffee! I enjoy little of what I ingest on a daily basis, using food as fuel and not really eating things I love (enchiladas, ice cream, fried chicken, cheeseburgers….the list goes on, but you get it). Coffee is THE thing that I enjoy most about my eating day. I was so mad. I was a big jerk at work and over-reacted to everything. The day was a total waste. Then, in walks my husband with a big ‘ole cup of McD’s coffee in his hand! I’ve never had McD’s coffee, but it was like he had given me a diamond ring with a tiara to match! Oh, happy day. I love this man! I drank my coffee and it made me giddy. I know this is wrong and I don’t care. Thank you, my dear, for making my day!! Second best thing I did today: buy a new damn coffee pot.