This evening I feel really mellow. I needed to replace our white Black and Decker Programmable coffee maker. It was kaput. When I went to Shopko, I really anguished over all of the models. I thought it would be really cool to be able to brew one cup at a time, and this certain model could brew a pot of 12 cups or brew the popular flavored one cup at a time. I did visit with Dennis about it and he gave the thumbs up on the one that had the brewing options as well as the brewed coffee going into a thermos carafe to keep the coffee hot. It would be great to take the full pot out to the porch and have hot coffee for hours and not have to track into the house for an additional cup.
When we unpacked it, we noticed some irregularities in the packaging. Hmm, there were coffee grounds in the thermos carafe. The plate for individual cups to be placed on, had coffee stains on the bottom of it. Someone had purchased this . . . used it . . . and worked very hard to cover their trail when they returned it to the store. I got my money back and took a break from looking at coffee pots. The situation made me think twice about what I really wanted, or more important what was really needed on Stauffer Avenue in order to enjoy a cup of Folgers.
When Dennis came home, we discussed our morning coffee ritual. Dennis said he would go back to Shopko and take care of the situation. I love a man that takes charge.
The mellow feeling at the end of this the day stems from the fact that there is a new coffee pot sitting on the kitchen counter, hand picked by Dennis. The new coffee pot is programmed to go off at 6 a.m. tomorrow morning and is ready to make 10 cups of that wonderful Folgers coffee. By the way . . . it is a black Black and Decker Programmable coffee pot just like the one that hit the recycling bin earlier in the day. Gotta love that ole cowboy that knows what’s best on the things that really matter to get a day going.