It’s official … the coffee machine annoys me… it’s noisy, it’s messy and worst of all it smells out the entire kitchen of coffee. 🙁
My anal retentive nature has discovered new levels of twitchiness associated with the damn thing too! There was small puddle of coffee spilt on my kitchen floor… and I mean small when I say small…It was barely the size of a 50c piece… but it was there…. a malignant little brown splodge on my pale grey kitchen tiles. And once I’d seen it, it was the only thing I could see whenever I went near the kitchen. I figured Mr K surely couldn’t ignore such an obvious blight, and felt I should leave it there for him to clean up. And I promised myself I wouldn’t mention it to him…. and wait for it to make him twitch in turn.
Some time passed, more coffees were made, plenty of malingering in the general vicinity of the kitchen and the offending stain seemed to occur, and yet it didn’t seem to affect him. 😐 Subtle as ever, I changed my MSN by line to read “I like my men like I like my coffee… as a puddle on the floor!” which he did comment on, and did find amusing… but somehow he remained oblivious to the mess on my floor!!!
Woke up this morning, took one look in direction of kitchen, immediately noted the continued presence of the disagreeable smudge… and cleaned it up myself. 🙁 So much for resolve… less than 36 hours, and I couldn’t stand it any longer!
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