Not only do i have a new coffee pot, I have the coffee pot I have been wanting for a year, though not in the right color. Let me set the stage for you…

7:30am Jennifer gets out of bed at the sound of rugrats bickering and making way too much noise. She stumbles across the townhouse, throws open the door where all the rugrats are gathered making their horrible noises and she screams like an insane woman, threatening them all with bodily harm if they do not shush.

7:35am Jennifer goes to make a pot of coffee in an attempt to believe once again that all is right with the world. Jennifer loves coffee. Jennifer NEEDS coffee.

7:40am After cleaning the pot she pours in 8 cups of water as she does every morning. She looks at the gauge and it says 4 cups. Being that she hasn’t had her first cup of coffee, Jennifer thinks, “Ok, I must have only measured 4 cups” and puts 4 more cups in the pot.

7:40:35am Jennifer hears water dripping and notices her feet are getting wet.
7:41am Jennifer begins cursing like a sailor who just had his shore leave revoked.

7:45am After cleaning up the water she tries again and with God’s Most Perfect Coffee: Caribou French Roast. Jennifer is feeling optimistic that this water issue is just a freak event, The Coffee Gods would not smite her so.

7:55am Coffee is done and Jennifer walks over with her giant mug full of creamer and splenda, slightly shaking from intense yearning. She pours the coffee and blinks her eyes several times at the tea like color of her coffee.

7:55:30am Jennifer begins cursing like a sailor who just had his shore leave revoked AGAIN.

it was a horrible thing, this lack of coffee. I gotta tell you, it was not pretty. Anyway, I had to get the kids to ccd this morning and decided to hit Linen’s & Things while they got all religioned up. I was all set to buy a decent coffee pot, if not the one I wanted and lusted after.

I have wanted a Cuisinart Grind & Brew for some time now, it is always there, like this unscratched itch. I knew there was no way I was going to spend 110-150 bucks on a coffee pot. Well I would, but I think Dave’s head would explode, so I wasn’t willing to risk it. I picked out a Sunbeam/Mr. Coffee Heritage Coffee Maker. Nice machine, copper filter, removable water tank. Nice. $70 bucks.

As i was walking away with my second choice coffee maker, I spotted a sign on the shelf. “Cuisinart 10 cup Grind and Brew Coffee Pot $69” after I stopped giggling like a little girl I noticed the offer expired on 2/27/08. Well shame on them for not taking down their sign over a month ago. I picked up the 10 cup box and noticed the upc was not the right number. I looked on the 12 cup box and VOILA! It was the right number. But this point i was practically bouncing with glee.

I took my treasure Cuisinart Grind and Brew Coffee Pot to the counter with the sign in my hand, not a doubt in my mind that I was taking that baby home at the sale price. I smiled at the manager behind the register. With my most friendly, I am just a nice Texas girl, manner said, “Hi…” Looks at his tag “David, I was hoping you could make my day and tell me this price is right.” He smiled in return, because I am fucking charming, people. He looked at the UPC, the Sign, and the real price. He only winced slightly at the idea of marking this treasure down $40 bucks.

“Of course, Ma’am. We will honor this price.” He smiled and started scanning the box. It wouldn’t let him mark it down, of course, but he is a manager and that means at that moment he was the God of Linens & Things and my favorite person ever. He did some magic voodoo and scanned a number out of a notebook. Whatever he did it ended up charging me not $70 dollars, but $55 dollars for the coffee pot. I tried not to squeal. It was difficult.

The only thing that isn’t perfection about the coffee pot is the color. I didn’t want a white pot. I wanted the stainless pot, but you cannot question good fortune and white is growing on me!

Isn’t my baby pretty?