I had nothing until the coffeemaker exploded

Yep, it did.

JR and I have one of those coffeemakers that grinds the beans then makes the coffee in the morning with a handy dandy timer feature. I was under the mistaken belief that the timer feature was the most important part of the coffeemaker. That made sense to me. There must have lots of parts and pieces inside that life-giving timer feature.

Not so!

It seems that there is this little part that goes over the grounds that is the most important part.

Who knew?

Not us.

We found this out this morning. The hard way. If you leave this tiny part off by accident the thing explodes and spews those heavenly grounds of coffee goodness all over your kitchen with a fair bit of water to boot. Nice!

I wanted to cry. I wanted to throw myself onto the coffee ground muddy floor and throw the mother of all tantrums complete with beating fists and feet. Sure, this would have been immature. But, that's me immature.

Instead I cleaned the coffeemaker, the kitchen area around the coffeemaker, the kitchen floor, and JR's attempts to clean the coffeemaker, and started a fresh pot. All without any coffee! I. Need. COFFEE! Coffee = Consciousness.

This morning just capped off an absolutely hellish week that I foresee not getting any better.

And, what shows up in my mailbox? Catalogs. My favorite catalogs. These little beauties are the only bright spot in an otherwise crappy week.

We all know I like this one.

But, this is my all-time fav.or.ite catalog ever!
The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store catalog.
This catalog is not safe in this house.

While thumbing through this last night I thought; "this reminds me of one of my blog pals". I wasn't thinking of what I wanted out of them but what my blog friends would like. It's the season I tell you. Time to think of others first. I only dogeared a couple of pages for myself. Not more than a half dozen or so. I'll feature a few. If your feeling left out, don't. I'll get to you over the weekend.

Shoe ornaments? Mary Anna of course.

Musical instruments? Jen, Casey, the Capt. and Jim.
Cuz, I'm getting into my grandmother years and we can give these types of things. Then refuse to allow them into our own house. We're old. We need peace and quiet.

Oh and a little something for me.
Around the neck wine glass holder.
Now, I can hold 3 glasses at the same time.
How cool is that?


Happy Thanksgiving

Love,
M