Broken French Press, Broken 💔

Anyone who knows me knows I’m a coffee fiend. Not for fancy drinks with frothy milk and loads of chocolate, but straight up, dark roasted, no sugar, a splash of non dairy milk, coffee.

I need to drag around an iv bag with coffee in it. I’m kind of a coffee snob. I’ll never send good back but I’ll send coffee back 😏

So to say that I’m sad is an understatement! I was putting dishes away and in a short 5 minute period of time, I not only broke the last of a set of 4 little glasses with foxes on them, but I knocked my french press on the floor. “CRACK” went my heart and the glass itself. Oh, and I cut my finger. All in five minuets! Come one!

I thank my lucky stars that we bought an espresso machine last fall because it’s been my life blood until we get a new french press. I’ve been drinking espresso for the last few days. It’s strong enough which is good, but I miss my morning routine, my friendly companion to my magazine reading and my cozy up, catch up on my favorite show friend.