Being Boring

Adam got a labelmaker this weekend, which sent him into a labeling frenzy. EVERYTHING has a label now, from the bathroom supplies to the entire garage, right down to every single teeny nail in his toolbox, with a label that neatly identifies it as a “nail,” along with whatever specification. He tried to label the dog, but thankfully, she was too quick. When I woke up this morning, my forehead was neatly labeled “grumpy.”

Nice.

I don’t normally make coffee at home – I’m lazy, too tired most mornings and frankly, I make shitty coffee. Coffee also requires milk, which is generally gross, except for limited use in mudslides and coffee, and I can never drink enough to justify a half-gallon, or even a quart. I’d made a single, bleary-eyed pot of coffee the morning we left for vacation, then hastily tucked the coffee pot behind the drying rack of pans before we left the morning of our ill-fated vacation, in an attempt to restore order. Today, while cleaning, I unearthed it, and this is precisely what I found:

I don’t know what the schmutz is. I know. GROSS.

6 comments June 4th, 2006