Did I say “painted”?
I meant “went in”.
It was only to get to the kitchen but it counts.
I already had a tragedy today.
I was in the kitchen , and the living room, to make my morning coffee.
I will admit the pot felt a little light but , well…. but.
While it was brewing I went back into the living room on my way to the bedroom (I gotta get a fit bit)
At the appropriate time I returned to the kitchen, by now you know the way, and smelled what seemed like burnt something.
Naturally I assumed I was having a stroke.
I had heard you smelled something burning when you were having a stroke. I thought it was toast but who am I, Louis Pasteur?
Well I’ll cut to the chase. My sister just told me she’s bored to tears with people telling her how they’re dealing with this flu so I’ll cut it short.
I forgot to put water in the pot.
AND THE BEST POT IN THE UNIVERSE WAS FOREVER BROKEN.
Luckily I had this new fangled thing that I bought for company and I made coffee with that.
But more important I’m going to forward this post to Governor Cuomo so he can include it in his next briefing to comfort the State and the Nation that they can ease off on being careful of the “Greatest Generation” because it isn’t the virus that’ll get them. It’s being in the house alone with no one there to ask “Did you put water in that pot?”.
Oh and also they can be easily hoodwinked.