Lloyd has a cold, so after work I went to Wal*Mart to get some restorative stuff for him and some other junk for the rest of life. When I came home to the pitch-black, quiet house with arms full of bags and boxes, I was greeted by the strong scent of….. coffee?
With cats circling my feet, screaming to be fed, I walked the 15 feet through the darkness with thoughts racing. “Did Lloyd try to make coffee? Maybe something’s burning? No, that’s definitely coffee. Do I have coffee in a crock pot?” I knew I didn’t leave the coffee pot on because I drink instant every morning and the pot is in the basement for when company comes.
I flicked on the light and all was made clear.
When I made that saltine/toffee stuff? I took the coffee out of the freezer to make room.
Like an idiot, I put in on top of the fridge.
The knuckleheads found it.
Dang it! Dang it! Dang it!
I scooped the very top part off and am now making some cold-brew concentrate with it. The rest went into the garbage. So, so wasteful.
At least it gives me a chance to show you that a week or so ago I hung the whisk broom inside the kitchen cupboard and have used it several times. ‘Yay’ for organization!
Oh, and the paper towel holder on the other side? I am still on my first roll of paper towels.