By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
I sit here, yawning, as I look back at this morning. My eyes are watering... I'm thinking about going back to bed! That's something I don't normally do. It's raining outside... will be all day long. I'm ... sleepy!
The Pups would love it if I went back to bed. All three of them would jump up on the bed, snuggle up to me... sleep as long as I would. When Skip is home... they snuggle up to him, also. We have ... snuggly Pups. Kissy... Chadwick... Camie.
Getting back to this morning (I just yawned again! I might just go back to bed! :)))... I came into the kitchen. I went to the counter... saw that I'd forgotten to wash the coffee pot last night. I thought... 'darn'!
I ran warm water in the red dish pan... added blue Dawn dish detergent to make it sudsy. I scrubbed the glass pot shiny-clean. I took the filter out, threw the old coffee grounds in the white trash can.
I love to feel warm, sudsy water on my hands. It's comforting, soothing... especially on cold days.
I took a pitcher of water, began pouring it into the coffee pot. I froze... cold water ran down over the countertop, down onto the cabinet doors... onto the floor. Not a little water... a lot of water!
My feet were soaked with cold water! I woke up ... I no longer felt sleepy!
What have I done, I thought! I looked to see what was wrong with that coffee pot!
I saw immediately nothing was wrong with the coffee pot... it was me! I was going to fill the coffee pot up with water ... instead of pouring water in the right hole... I had poured it through the hole where the coffee filter goes!
How in the world did I not know any better! I've been making coffee for years. Was I pouring water in just any hole, thinking it would do? I don't think I was thinking at all... I just poured the water in any hole...
