Paul makes the best coffee. No matter how hard I try to duplicate his efforts I just can't come close to making coffee as well as he can. I don't know how he does it. So I do the cooking and he makes the coffee. It's a fine arrangement.
This morning I got up to find he had already left for work (without saying "goodbye," thank you very much). I further discovered he had left me with about half a cup of coffee in the pot and no pre-packed filters to make more. Normally he would either have the pot ready to go (coffee and water already in place so all I need to do is push the "on" button) or he will leave a filter or two on the counter filled with coffee so I just need to add water and filter to the pot and press the "on" button. But today I had no such luxury and it has thrown off my entire day. I made my own pot but it was weak and translucent and a cup of no fun. Actually, the whole thing has left me very bitter (no coffee puns, please). This lack of coffee courtesy will have a trickle down effect for the rest of the day. I am not going to make dinner (he can have leftovers) and I'm leaving the dirty dishes in the sink. (I can't be bothered to wash dishes in my present state...)
I'm also completely scattered and everything is pissing me off. Instead of trying to cheer up I have made a firm decision to just go with it and be in the worst mood I can muster up and damn the consequences!! (I must not be very convincing because the dog is sitting at my feet with his pink flamingo toy hanging from his mouth, wagging his tail and urging me to play while the cat is rubbing against my elbow and purring. Fools! Have they no sense of self-preservation? But I'm not mad at them so a little playtime, treats for everyone and then leave me alone so I can be mad.)
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