For the Love of Coffee

So um yeah. This was my 14th birthday I think. I'm in the groovy oval glasses, braces and purple shirt. Brothers and sisters and Dad in the back and Mom taking the photo. I really love this photo and the avocado tablecloth and the yellow fondue pot (that was my favorite birthday dinner, that's how I know this photo was was MY birthday) and the oh-so-lovely wallpaper and I would kill to have those dishes now! And love my little sister all excited for some reason. If we took this same photo today, oh I hate to think of it! We're all a little, um, more rotund, some of us are prettier, some of us have a nice thick middle, no braces, everyone has their teeth and Dad, God love him, is no longer shiny-cheeked.

So I'm really not trying to get birthday gifts here (but feel free to send cash!) but since my blog IS my birthday, October Eight, I thought I would remind you that yesterday (ha ha, too late) was indeed my birthday.



I actually had a good day yesterday, even though I had to work all day and my husband had to work late so we didn't really celebrate but I tell you, I just LOVE simple things like making myself a simple but yummy dinner, cracking open a good bottle of wine and vegging in front of a good DVD movie with the pup sitting at my side (only because she wants some of my steak).

That's about how last night went, except... I made the SILLY mistake of opening a really good bottle of wine and wasn't paying attention and drank about 3/4 of the bottle, eek! I fell asleep on the sofa and then woke up when above-referenced pup heard the wind and had to start barking INSIDE the house. I woke up abruptly and thought it must be around 5 AM. Nope, it was 2:30 AM and I was WIDE AWAKE. That's why I confessed to the wine, the sugar in wine tends to give me a sugar buzz about 6 hours later, darn it. So I was tossing and turning and tossing and turning and before my husband hit me for keeping him from sleeping, I got up. Some web surfing for an hour, then back to bed. Usually does the trick.



However, as I was dozing back to sleep at 3:30 AM, I remembered that I was unable to find the metal filter basked for my espresso machine last night and was pretty sure it was in the trash, which I so efficiently carried out to the dumpster the morning before. So instead of floating gently back to sleep, I start to think about how to get into the dumpster in the morning!

I did wake up, to the dog alarm, sigh, and 7:30 this morning and first thing I did was run out to the dumpster. There was my white trash bag and believe it or not, I could see the outline of the filter basket! (BTW, these come from Italy and have to be ordered and God forbid I should not be able to have my morning espresso for the 2 to 3 weeks it would take to get a replacement!)



But the fun was not over. There was hardly anything else in the dumpster so it was on the bottom and I am not very tall. Darn it. I had to go back to my yard, I picked up a rake, some gloves, and set out again to the alley. It was actually not very hard to get the bag out with the rake but I couldn't find the filter basket so ended up having to dump out the trash to find it and then "YIPPPEEEE", oops. I hope I didn't wake the neighbors. That's where the gloves came in handy, sorting through the icky mess and putting it back in the bag. Oh the dog LOVED this part.

So that was my exciting birthday! But it made me happy. Now I'm going to sew and play with my fabric for 3 days because Monday is a holiday, YAY.