Allie and I sat together watching her favorite morning news show, Fox and Friends, when at seven o'clock, the coffee machine automatically kicked on like it does every morning at this time. I set it so that the charming and beautiful Susan can wake up to nice hot coffee.
The sound of the brew, the smell, knowing my wife is getting up soon; these all give me a warm fuzzy and prime my salivary glands for a nice hot cup o' joe. This feeling is manufactured in heaven.
I got up to get a cup of coffee to find my hopes dashed. The coffee filter had collapsed clogging the machine causing hot water and coffee grounds to flow onto the counter. What a mess. Poop.
Does stuff work like that at your house sometimes?