I love my morning coffee. I will sometimes get up early to start my day with a nice strong cuppa. If I miss my cuppa or two, or three or heck…the whole pot; well then I can get a wee bit cranky.
This morning I awoke to Chairman Meow gacking all over the house. Thankfully my first appointment wasn’t until ten am so I had time to seek out and clean up vile hair balls mixed with Meow Mix. Oh what a foul cat I have. Toxic waste comes out both ends.
After clean up and removing my hazmat suit I even had time to languish over an extra cup or two of piping hot, sweet, creamy coffee. I can write my blogs, I can surf the net, I can read other blogs and the news all whilst sitting in my jammies; watching the sun come up and sipping on coffee. Life couldn’t get much better.
But, my coffee maker doesn’t always get my coffee as hot as I like it.
And…
The light on my microwave oven that displays the numerals is, well, on the fritz. I have to kind of guess at the cook time I’ve punched in. Typically a minute thirty seconds does the trick for heating up my coffee but this morning I must have punched in four minutes thirty seconds. Way too long, too long I tell you, but easy to do, the numeral one sits directly atop the numeral four. Plus, I have huge fingers, kind of a handicap when it comes to mashing buttons.
My coffee was boiling; but stopped bubbling as I carried it across the kitchen.
Intellectually I know that adding Splenda to very, very, very hot coffee lowers said liquids boiling point. This morning however, I'm Super Mike and the laws of physical science shall not defy me for I have cleaned up massive amounts of toxic cat waste.
I couldn’t.
My coffee exploded all over the kitchen with just one itsy, bitsy spoonful of Splenda.
Maybe its time for a new microwave oven.
1 comment:
ROFLMAO. Honestly.
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