Did you ever have one of those days when you forget one step in a long-ingrained process? An essential step? I did that today.
I put the water in the coffee maker.
I put the filter in the coffee maker.
I put coffee in the coffee filter.
I turned the coffee maker on.
I walked away.
I did not notice that the actual carafe (the glass coffee pot thing) was sitting on a table in the other room. It wasn't actually in the coffee maker...the one that was making coffee.
Now Lagniappe, my trusted old friend, would have alerted me to this problem the moment that the predictable result began to occur. He was a champ at monitoring things in the kitchen and barking his head off when something was amiss, be it the oven timer (or smoke detector) going off, a pan starting to smoke, or a coffee maker running out 12 cups of coffee onto the counter and down onto the floor.
But Murphy? Not so much. He's obviously not one to let a good crisis go to waste, however. When I walked into the kitchen with my empty coffee mug, savoring the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee and anticipating that first hot sip, I found him greedily lapping up as much of the spilled coffee as he could.
I've just spent nearly ten minutes out of my life cleaning that up, and now I have a highly-caffeinated 2 year old German Shepherd who is already beginning to shake and dance around the house.