Barb bought us a new coffee maker. For some reason, I can not remember to put
the pot on the burner after I fill the coffee maker and turn it on. I had made the same mistake a number of
times. So the last time it
happened, Barb was on the phone. So I made the coffee. Then the lawn man came to the door to give her the bill. Meanwhile, the coffee was overflowing,
spilling all over the counter and sizzling on the burner. Barb couldn’t do everything at once. She screamed for me to turn off the coffee
maker. When everything settled down,
Barb decided that she would make the coffee from now on.
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