Sunday mornings were meant for sleeping in. My kids can't seem to get with the
program, so I've been up for two hours. I made the coffee, and got a glimpse at
the water reservoir. Apparently, it has been too long since I've done the citric
acid treatment. Scale as far as the eye can see. Oh, it was nasty. Nasty nasty
nasty. I was already through half a cup of coffee, too. Being thrifty and lazy,
I drank the rest of the cup. It is time to replace the coffee maker. And thanks
to Lauren of The New Jan Brady, I'm all over the Philips Senseo. I need that
machine. And so, I will load up the minivan with the family and head to the
Target Greatland. I will embrace the pod system. Perhaps I will enjoy my coffee
in new, sensual ways. It's just THAT good. Mmmmm. My husband just yelled "We
need Q-tips!" in a strangled voice. Uh, okay. Onto the list it goes. Reminds me:
on a grocery shopping excursion, long long ago, my mom was pulling out of the
driveway, and had made it halfway down the block when she glanced in the
rearview mirror and spotted my dad galloping down the street on foot, waving his
arms and yelping "We're out of MAYONNAISE!" Oh, the urgency of it all. Must.
Shop.