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So this morning, I woke up and underwent the same routine I always do on the weekday. I rolled out of bed, washed my face, gave the cat her morning treats so she'd stop following me around meowing incessantly. Most days I'll try to make lunch the night before, but this was not one of those days, so after standing in front of my cabinet staring at my selection of various pasta sides and pasta ronis, I finally pulled down a box, followed the directions and started that to cooking. After that was all set, I moved on to my morning cup of coffee. Every morning, I make myself a cup of coffee. Every morning it's the same routine... But something went terribly wrong this morning.

After pouring in the water, measuring in the correct amount of delicious caffeine, and turning the machine on, I checked on my pasta once more before running back to my room to continue getting ready - get dressed, do my hair, make sure my work bag is packed. When I realized my cat needed some fresh water, I grabbed her bowl and returned to the kitchen to find a brown watery mess creeping along the counter top and spilling onto the floor. My coffee maker was hissing and clogging and coughing, steam pouring out of it from all sides and orifices. Without a better idea of what to do, I grabbed the whole thing and attempted to put it in the sink - after turning it off of course. Well, the chord was wrapped around the dish-drying wrack, so the machine got caught, and in the process of moving it, I managed to splatter much of the burning-lava-hot coffee/water concoction all over the floor, and my bare feet. Holding in a few choice words, I quickly made work of my roll of paper towels feverishly trying to clean up the mess of water and coffee grains, which to anyone who doesn't know, get everywhere!!!!!

Meanwhile, I'm trying to keep an eye on my pasta so it doesn't either boil over or stick to the bottom of the pan. No one likes burned pasta. In the midst of this, I still haven't given the cat fresh water, and she's perched on the kitchen table meowing for her morning bowl of ice water. Yes, ice water. She's spoiled, I know.

Ten minutes later than I usually do, I dashed out the door without my cup of coffee and a burned toe.

Happy Friday everyone.