I have lost my baristo…waaaah! Well, temporarily anyway. Hubby is out of town this week (and for two more weeks, as well, but he’ll be home on weekends) and I don’t see a decent cup of coffee in my future for those days he’s gone.
He has the magic touch; my coffee comes out either so weak as to be not much more than (faintly) colored water or it’s stronger’n panther piss (a “Southernism” for S-T-R-O-N-G coffee!) It’s not, in any case, anything to look forward to waking up to/with. And that’s if (BIG IF) I even remember to set it up at night and set the timer. Or put the water in the reservoir. Or put the coffee in the basket. Or either/or for either… (The last sentence makes perfect sense to me; if it doesn’t to you, just remember that I am a bit deprived this a.m. and all circuits are not in optimum operational order. Hmmmph.)
Anyway…
I do have some talents, but making the perfect pot of coffee is not among them. Hubby and I, throughout our years together, have realized that division of duties according to capabilities is the way to go. I don’t program the cell phones (or anything else electronic, for that matter, including the coffee maker…); he doesn’t sort the laundry or choose the proper settings for the washer/dryer. I don’t parallel park (or do much of anything that involves going in reverse! I’m a totally start/aim/hit the gas or brakes…whichever-might-seem-appropriate-at-the-time kind of driver); he doesn’t — hmmm — empty the ashtray, I guess. He makes the money; I spend it. See? Perfect division of duties according to capabilities. Soooo… since I don’t scroux around with the coffee I’m gonna have a lot of out-of-sorts days, I think. Oh Gawd, what will I do?
Yes, there is a Starbucks about 2 blocks away. No, I am NOT hauling my arse out to go there and get my wake-up juice. I have been spoiled; I like it that way; I don’t intend to change. I will suffer (not graciously, I might add) and bitch and get along the best way I can, but I surely will be glad when I can look forward to waking up to HIS coffee and not mine! Maybe I’ll have him make enough this weekend to last me all next week. I’ll put it in the fridge and just microwave a cup at a time as I need it! Yay! I can do that!
As long as we don’t have a power blip and the microwave has to be re-set…
*Sigh*
Back to that nasty ol’ panther piss. Wonder if there’s enough creamer in the house for me to finish this pot?
Tags: division of duties according to capability, Nitnoidography, panther piss, Rouxminations, Southernisms, the perfect pot of coffee
