Extreme Decaf

I was headed up the stairs for bed last night when I realized I hadn't set up the coffee maker for the morning. Being too lazy to head back down, I yelled to Carl and asked him if he minded doing it for me.

C: Sure! 6 cups of water and 3 scoops, right?
M: You betcha! Thank you SO much!

Fast foward to this morning. I hear the coffee maker brewing and am anticipating filling up my mugs before I head out the door. (I drink one on the way to work and have a thermos with my re-fill.) I wash out the mug and thermos and grab the creamer (York Peppermint Patty - A MUST). I turn toward the coffee maker and stop.

I started laughing, but I didn't want to hurt Carl's feelings. I said "Honey. I truly appreciate your effort last night, but in order to brew a cup of coffee you need to include COFFEE." I opened the top of the coffee maker and, sure enough, the filter was there but completely empty. The pot was full of hot water.

He was flabbergasted. I, on the other hand, went to Dunkin Donuts.