Guess what I had to buy this morning… A blender!
No, it was not out of envy for my son’s 12-speed model. (link provided, in case you want to revisit THAT post).
It’s more because, I don’t know, I’m getting old? (That link shows my coffee pot with a hole in it, so you don’t have to click if you don’t feel like it).
Now, I am not going to explain why I bought a blender. You guess…
Here’s a hint:
And NOOOOO. It was not my son who broke it.
It was ole-miss-take-care-of-everything instead of minding-her-own-business.
Lesson learned. Do not clean up after anybody until you’ve had your first cup of coffee (provided that you have not broken the coffee pot).
Bitch Rag 