Disaster Narrowly Averted

Wonderful Guy and I have A Morning Routine which involves Coffee.

Immediate Coffee.

I brought to the marriage the idea, nay, the requirement! of three minute coffee in the morning. Yes, we have one of of those on demand coffee makers, that keeps the water hot. We are on our third, the one I had croaked, and the replacement being replaced about three months ago. There is a philosophy that Wonderful Guy has tried to bend me to, that of 'timed brew'. 'Timed brew' reads to me as 'earlier alarm'. I would wake as soon as I smelled the coffee.

And then I would have to wait longer than my allowed three minutes for my first cup.

Unacceptable.

So back to the Morning Routine as it played out this morning. Coffee is brewing, and our mugs are at the ready, mine empty...ready for coffee straight up and black, his with sweetener and creamer...the flavored liquid kind one refrigerates.

Wonderful Guy starts to empty the dishwasher while the coffee brews. See. Isn't he the thoughtful one? And, of course, I am not going to let him do it by himself. I collect the coffee mugs, carrying them to the counter under the cabinets where they live, above the coffee pot, and stow them away.

Coffee done, I decant the steaming elixir to the carafe, and start to pour our mugs.

Hmmm....where's his? I ask 'didn't I see you had a mug ready for coffee?' He replies affirmatively.

Hmmm...where did it go...I open the cabinet...I reach for a mug...and look inside.

The first one I grabbed was coffee ready, with Splenda and creamer.

Thank goodness we don't store our mugs upside down.