Every time I make coffee, I see all those millions and millions of grains of ground brown pellets in the bag waiting to be spilled by my hand. I have performed the accidental spill of ground coffee many times. Sometimes, my arm misses the coffee filter and some spills out of the scoop. Sometimes, I simply have scooped too much and by the time the scoop comes to light, it's rolling off the pile of finely ground coffee way too easily.
Today's spill was the most creative spill. I opened a new bag and the adhesive tape stuck to my arm and, out of shock, I straightened my arm and tried to pull it off. The bag is slingshot up and about a quarter of the bag flew all over the kitchen.
Immediately, our dog runs into the kitchen when he hears the ruckus. "Buster, stay!" I hold up my right hand as if I'm a crossing guard and my other hand holds a broom with the dustpan attachment, "Staaaaaaaaaay." Like I'm diffusing a bomb, I gently lower my hand and take the dustpan off the broom and Buster strolls away while his nails click on the Pergo (trademark) floors. I couldn't take that dog eating all that caffeine.
I can't stop eating at McDonald's. Now that they have Monopoly game, I'm become a repeat customer. I think I have about four B&O Railroads, 7 Pacific Avenues and so on.
I don't know how it came up in conversation, but Jeni told Franny that if we won the McDonald's Monopoly game in a big way that she would be happy to buy her an Apple iTouch. Talk about livin' the American Dream.
After a grueling nutritional schedule during Ironman training, I didn't eat McDonald's for about eight months. After it was over, it was the first thing I did. Now, I'm rationalizing it like I'm eating it for Franny.