Walked into the kitchen this morning, barely awake, all the animals trailing behind me because they knew I was going to get breakfast for them.
Turned the corner and came smack dab into a big mess.
Someone [who shall be nameless but his initials are Riley Collins] apparently caused the coffee pot - the GLASS coffeepot - to fall on the tile kitchen floor and break into a gazillion pieces.
Let me clarify - John gets the coffee ready every night. Fills the coffeemaker, puts ground beans in the basket in the machine. Last night, he was tired and forgot to put coffee grounds in the machine. Just water.
He got up for work this morning and turned the pot on as he always does. Then he realized there was no coffee in it. So he turned the pot off but there was still about an inch of water that had come through the brewer into the carafe. He was canceled from work so he came back to bed, never giving the water in the carafe another thought.
Mistake!
Riley was fully aware of the fact and was apparently trying to get at the water that was in the pot when he scooted it too close to the edge of the counter and BAM! A mess.
So John and I spent the next 45 minutes cleaning up shards of glass mixed with water. I think Riley needs therapy.
Or we do.
I'm beginning to think you and John need the therapy because it looks like Riley will never change his spots. Guess you'll just have to go into Lock Down mode every night. Cheez.....
ReplyDeleteI was just saying that to John over breakfast. We are going to have to check every night to make sure there is no standing water anywhere before we go to bed.
ReplyDeleteWho's in charge here? I don't think it's us.