Here is a SWEET post from my wonderful amiga, Jill. Glad my silliness made a bad day a little bit better. Gracias, Jill! xo
The first thing I do each morning is go downstairs and turn on the coffee maker. Although it’s programmable, going up and down the stairs helps me to wake up. I turned on the machine and headed back upstairs to get dressed.
A few minutes later, the aroma of the freshly percolated coffee wafted up the stairs. I scurried downstairs for that all important first cup of coffee. Unfortunately, my first cup, along with the entire pot, covered the counter top and the floor. Coffee was everywhere, except in my mug. There wasn’t one drop that had made it inside the pot.
By the time I cleaned up the mess, I was late. I was forced to leave the…
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