My coffee pot broke.
Take a few minutes to cry if you need to.
I pride myself on being a pretty easy going person. Even keel if you will. This temperament has been put to the test by my daughters and especially the two-year old and for the most part, I always keep my cool. But the one thing that sent me over the edge is the coffee pot. I love the routine of making and drinking coffee every morning. It's my thing. And it didn't happen this morning and I feel a little off kilter. And a little grumpy from the caffeine headache.
So if anyone wants to send a coffee maker my way, I would appreciate it. I can't bring myself to buy a new one. I keep thinking it will reappear on my kitchen counter.
When I ask myself why this happened. I only have one answer. Karma. It broke while Jason was trying to kill a nice little house spider that kept poking its head out from the window sill above the kitchen sink. My poor little coffee pot was knocked to the ground during the battle. And unfortunately the spider won the battle. It was still there this morning poking its little head out. And my coffee pot lost.
So don't go killing God's little innocent creatures. Because you might lose a coffee pot in return. And your sanity. And I don't need any help in that department.