I have angered the coffee gods in some way. I’ve been lumping along in a tenuous ‘woman vs. coffee machine’ relationship for the past six months with unfortunate results.
Here’s what happened AGAIN on Saturday morning.
Rustin was so entertained with my cranked state that he had to take a picture. I was less than amused.
Here’s what gets my goat, this coffee ground ‘barf-o-rama’ doesn’t happen to anyone else when they make coffee using my machine.
Why? Why me?
I love you so much coffee and yet your makers seem to spurn my nerdy love!