Something tells me that today will be a sad day for me.
I get the feeling that I am going to lose a very dear friend.
No…I’m not psychic.
My friend is groaning in pain over there in the kitchen.
Keeps making popping and moaning sounds.
And I fear it is on it’s way out.
Moving on to a better place.
My $10.00 coffee pot is officially dying.
Oh, I’ve known for some time now that it was on it’s way out.
It’s been taking way too long to brew a pot of caffeine goodness for me over the past few months.
Like…at least an hour.
I was willing to put up with the wait.
But this popping and moaning and groaning.
I just can’t handle it.
I mean, it’s either dying or being overly-dramatic about being forced to make yet another pot-o-joe for me.
Either way…I’m not playing this game.
It has served me well over the past 4 years.
Not bad for a cheap-o-matic.
I mean…really…who only spends $10.00 on a coffee pot?
(I do..that’s who)
But I am ok with it…I can part ways with this one.
I can allow it to rest, peacefully within the arms of the landfill for eternity.
oop…I think it just released it’s last breath.
Goodbye my friend.
You have served me well.
I shall enjoy your final gift of coffee goodness and then I will let you go.