Coffee For Blondes

Friday's are my favorite day of the week. The work is winding down, the moods are lifting, and wine bottles and sushi bars are dancing in our heads.

And I'm here to tell a story. A tale to be reckoned with, and a small, tiny glimpse into my superb life.

Preparing the coffee pot the night before is the norm around my household. Most of the time, my hot fireman does that dirty work, but when he's on shift or I'm lucky enough to serve him first, I make sure I get all the glory.

On this one, marvelous night I was tidying up the kitchen, when my seventeen year old son arrives home from work. As I pull out the container of coffee, we begin a lengthy conversation about his day, my day, and what I needed him to work on the next day while I was working.

Shut off the light, turn on the alarm, and up the stairs we head to our bedrooms. For me, I was asleep within minutes. My man was on shift, but would be home in the morning, and I had the coffee set to start brewing at 6:30 A.M. Goodnight, world.

Morning always arrives too quickly. I was up and moving by 5:30 A.M. and strolling downstairs by 6:40 to fill up my coffee mug and grab my breakfast, before I headed out the door to work.



I peer down at a puddle of water on my kitchen floor. A sparkle catches my eye and my gaze wanders across the floor to find it drenched with the glistening liquid. As my mind thunders with confusion and worry, my eyes dart over to the coffee pot. It's on. BUT...

The coffee pot isn't sitting in its usual spot.

I haven't budged from the spot on the floor where my shoes met the first puddle of water, but my gaze has now traveled the entire length of the kitchen and has landed on my water filter faucet next to the sink.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Coffee pot located. Filled to the brim with water.

Well, isn't this just fantabulous. I had left the water running all night.


Lucky for me, it was the reverse osmosis water filter and it only can produce so much over a period of time. However, my kitchen floor was submerged in water, along with half of my counter, and I really wanted to be to work early.

Dropped my purse on the counter, found the beach towels hidden in the laundry room, and suddenly I'm scrubbing the kitchen floor and cursing myself for my overstimulated, busy mind.

And even though I thought I had cleaned it all up, I failed to think about other areas of the house.

A few hours later I received a text...

My man: Did you spill something in the kitchen?

Me: Ummmm, whatever do you mean?

My man: The carpet is wet next to the kitchen.

Me: Oh that. It's a long story.

I didn't check the carpet. Duh.

Lo and behold, when I arrived home, he proceeded to tell me that the contractor who was building out our basement couldn't figure out why there was a few puddles of water downstairs. I reluctantly divulged my faux pas. He laughed. HARD. Then he called me cute (I deserved that) and left the room chuckling to himself.

I'm sure him and the contractor enjoyed a barrel of laughs, courtesy of yours truly.

You're welcome 😈😎😝


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