“Those” days come at me without warning.
I gracefully glide out of bed (yeah right– more like roll out with a groan) and shuffle to the kitchen.
(I try to shuffle quietly because our son’s room is right there. I’m a shuffling, covert, early morning ninja).
I fire up the espresso machine (we fondly call him Juan Valdez) and will Juan to be as quiet as possible.
Finally, the manna from heaven in a cup is ready.
I take a sip and… GAK. Coffee grounds. [Read more…]