Coffee. How many of you absolutely, without question, need to have a cup of coffee in the morning?
I do. Even if it's just one, I have to have my coffee. The only time I gave up coffee was when I was pregnant.
Enter, the wife. I love my wife. She is an amazing wonderful woman. She does, however, love her technology to a point of concern. When she buys things for the house, they almost always have a remote and need programing.
Like the coffee machine she bought for Maine.
But when the coffee machine is too hard to figure out, I draw the line. I have to have my coffee. I don't want a machine that can dance while grinding beans, while filtering water, while displaying three different time zones. I want something that gurgles, perks and gives you coffee when you press "start."
The machine she bought started to beep at me this morning as if I sent missiles screaming across the ocean. Pressing buttons to no avail, I finally unplugged it.
No coffee machine should beep at you. It's cruel and unusual punishment.
I love my wife. I do. But I think I'm going to hunt down a very simple, old fashioned Mr. Coffee today to use when she's not here to make the thing behave.
I need my coffee.