Coffee Klatch

This household runs on caffeine of one type or another. Like the old cartoon where the office worker has the IV, if that were possible, we would all have one. The Geeky Spouse is completely useless before his first cup of coffee, we just humor him and try to only give simple instructions (pants first, then shoes) until the cells of his brain kick in. The longer I live with him the more like him in that instance I become. Unable to form coherant sentances until and unless I have some java in my blood.

Saturday disaster struck. The coffee pot cracked.

For those of you who live within a metropolis, this probably wouldn't be a big deal. Five minutes to the closest Wally World for a replacement pot and on about injesting the sweet, sweet nector. For those of us who live in the boonies, not so simple as we aren't really coherant enough to make a 30 minute drive. After hearing the news I grimfully looked back toward the screen trying to make out the little symbols that make up the language of English and rearranging my brain to compensate for the lack of coffee.

Not so the Spouse, who went about the coffee preparation with high hopes, until my shrieks about exploding glass finally got through. So then I try to rig something up to collect the coffee...this does not go well needless to say as the filter holder overflows into the cooking pot wedged on the burner. It came out a bit like Turkish coffee, strong on grounds, short on liquid. So then there was the bowl and straining cloth to try and salvage what we could and the inevitable scooping of the coffee from a salad bowl. Yeah fun times :)