Saturday Posts . . .


I had it coming . . .

Last night my wife and I were watching a disc we got from Netflix.  I was sitting in my recliner, with a cat sound asleep on my lap, when she got up to go to the kitchen.  Seeing her heading that direction, I held up my empty coffee cup and asked if she’d mind getting me a refill – so I wouldn’t have to wake the cat.

She wanted to know what she should put in it, and I responded with “something hot, brown, and wet.”

Then SHE asked me if I meant Zoe Saldana or Halle Berry.

I really should have just said “coffee”.  Besides, even if they were willing, neither one of them would fit in my coffee cup.

How to damage a coffee pot . . .

Yep, it’s one of those days.

I woke up at 4am (0400 for non-USA people), needing to go to the bathroom. Expecting to get up at about 5am anyhow, I turned on the furnace to pre-heat the house (it was off overnight), and stumbled into the kitchen with my eyes half-open to turn on the coffee pot. I thought there was still one or two cups of coffee in it, and this would have the coffee nice and warm when I got up later.

Then I went back to bed. At 7am, my wife shakes me and says she’s getting ready to leave for work. Oh, by the way, did I know that the coffee pot was empty when I turned it on? The whole kitchen now smells like burned coffee. Fortunately, it didn’t actually break the pot.