The Wife's Kitchen Surprise
This was NOT my doing.
I swear!
Adam came home the other day talking about how badly we needed a Kuerig. Ok, when a MAN (at least my man) comes home talking about kitchen appliances, I know he's either lost it…or, this kitchen-something is wildly important for our survival. Well, he still has his marbles and he's functioning like normal, so that only meant one thing: he was dead serious.
You see, Adam is the self-appointed coffee-maker of the Conley household. Every morning, he gets up, brews our coffee, selects me a mug of his choice, and stirs in the perfect amount of creamer. Then he hands it to me and says, "I think it's perfect. You try." It's his little good morning treat to me and I treasure it daily.
What I didn't say, though, is that before he brews the coffee, he has to wash the pot, filter the water, fill the tank, scrape out the old beans, add in the new beans, and only then can he actually brew my morning cuppa. Oh my! So much work, Adam! Well, he doesn't like that part. So when he encountered his very first Kuerig experience in the Zephyr locker room, his coffee-fixin life was transformed. He came to me saying, "Kendall, do you realize I just made a cup of coffee today in SIXTEEN seconds?! Sixteen! And I didn't even have to wash a thing! I'm getting you one. We need it."
Then, we went to Costco…and now I have a new kitchen appliance - picked out solely by Adam - sitting where my old and so outdated coffee pot used to be.
He's such a riot! I love it!
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