Having been with us since we started our lives together as a couple, this part of our world will be dearly missed.
My Keurig died.
If you don't know what a Keurig is, you can find out here.
I've used my Keurig pretty much every day, at least once, since the day I moved into our house in South Carolina. I love that coffee maker. It makes a perfect cup of coffee in just under a minute. That coffee is the right temperature, is the brand/flavor/size/roast that I picked out. I can even use my own favorite brand of ground coffee and put in into a My-Cup and brew that way (and in case you're curious, in absence of Carolina Coffee Roasters' coffee, that brand alternates between Dunkin Donuts' Original Blend and Peet's African Blend).
It's a beautiful thing.
It's made me lazy and totally dependent on that coffee maker. I don't even own a regular one.
And about a month ago my beloved Keurig made it's last cup.
I whined, pouted, scoured the internet for ways to resuscitate my caffeine companion, to no avail. It was dead.
Depression followed. I had to either use the French press (which takes TEN whole minutes) or make the long trek down four floors (ok, well maybe I walked to the elevator and then across the lobby) of our apartment building to get some of the decent coffee our doormen so dutifully keep hot and stocked.
My life is so difficult, I know.
So my loving husband got really tired of my less than subtle hints (I choose not to use the word "nagging") and called the company to see what they could do for my mental breakdown. They offered to send us another Keurig at a discount.