We have our morning routine here. Whoever is up first prepares breakfast.
For me, Cheerios with fruit. For my wife, fruit with oatmeal or granola. Then, we each have a cuppa. She stays upstairs to read the papers and eat; I go downstairs so I can have music (classical in the morning) and a fire, depending on the temp.
When I go to get my second cup, I add yogurt to my cereal and return downstairs to read the papers and eat. Typically, after two cups and cereal, I then go get ready for the day. When ready, I return to the coffee pot and have a third cup, if there’s enough left over.
Still with me? Good, because I think it’s worth it. But you be the judge.
So, I go into the kitchen to pour my third cup and … no coffee pot in the coffee maker. This is a bit unusual to say the least because there are only two of us in the house. So, though this would be totally out of the ordinary, I figure Chris took the pot with her for more coffee. Which she never does.
I look around more carefully. I think, maybe I put the pot in the sink to wash it. But nope, no pot (coffee). I think, “if I were a coffee pot where would I go?” Yes, I honestly had that thought which I admit is an odd enough thought to have (and admit) but that's what I thought.
So, I open the fridge and there on the top shelf is the half and half I use and put in the fridge after each use. (I know you're a step ahead but let me at least get to the punchline.). Next to the half and half -- the coffee pot! (I do not drink iced coffee).
I go to Chris and I say, “Something odd just happened and, I’m sure I know who did it, but I figured I’d check.” I tell her about the pot in the fridge. She laughs. I say, there are only two of us in the house, and I think I know who did it. She laughs more.
Yeah, I couldn’t lay it on her because we both know that I’m Mr. Magoo, especially as I get older.
She said, now that's a blog post.
And, it is.