Tragedy and Travesty!

The pillow is finally in the perfect position, the mattress is soft as a cloud, the covers are all snuggled around you as your bed envelopes you in all of it's comforting warmth. Your drifting around in the beautiful, perfect kind of world that can only come through dreams. It's like your own little slice of heaven on earth.

Until the buzzing, beeping, ringing, sound pierces through that invisible shield of bliss. You try to fight it but the sound is practically evil incarnate and it persists until you manage to surface enough to blindly thrash about until your hand finally connects with the alarm clock and silences the awful noise.

It's morning and no matter how much you want to go back to sleep there are too many things that need done. So you push the hair out of your face, rub your bleary eyes and make the momentous effort to sit up. With a deep breath to gather your courage you flip back the covers and swing your legs over the bed. Slipping your feet into those fuzzy bunny slippers you yawn and stretch your hands far above your head, knowing that there's only one thing that make the awful morning hour bearable.

With that knowledge in mind you stumble out of your room and down the stairs. The happy yellow paint of the kitchen silently mocks your sleepy state but that's okay, it'll all be worth it in just a moment. Because the only upside to the morning is the coffee that, thanks to the wonders of technology, will already be made and just waiting for you to pour a cup of that fabulous, tasty, life sustaining, liquid known as coffee.

So you amble over to the cupboard, pull out your favorite blue coffee mug with the pretty daisy on it and smile as you go to get the carafe. Then something awful happens. As you go to pull it out you realize, there's no coffee inside! How is this possible? You open up the lid but the grounds and water are inside. You hastily check the plug, hoping against hope that this is just some cruel accident and the coffee pot, your wonderful coffee pot, your faithful friend, has just gotten unplugged but sadly, no! It is plugged in! Leaving only one possible conclusion. Your loyal coffee pot has broken! Gave up the ghost! Dead and buried!

The tragedy! The travesty! Whatever will you do now? How will you go on? What will happen next? Is your life over? Should you start planning your funeral?

Or you could just go to that coffee shop just down the street. After all that mocha is going to taste a lot better on such a rough morning then a regular ole cup of joe this morning anyways. And then you can swing by your friendly neighborhood Wal-Mart or Fred Meyer and find a new coffee pot for cheap. And avoid the same tragedy tomorrow.

Yeah, that's probably a better idea then the funeral.