Tragedy

Something tragic happenned yesterday morning.
Okay, tragic may sound extreme. But in my world, it feels pretty extreme.
So if you'll allow me to be melodramatic, I would appreciate it.
My coffee machine broke.
If you're picturing a little coffee machine wear your pour grounds into a filter and water into the top, pull out your big eraser and get rid of that image.
My husband blessed me with one of the greatest gifts any husband has ever given a wife several Christmases back. He gave me a REAL coffee/ cappuccino machine.
It grinds the beans and makes single, heavenly cups of coffee.
It makes the best coffee I've ever had. I like it better than Starbucks.
I'm a previously confessed and non-repentant coffee diva.
Please know, I'm overall pretty darn low maitenance. Ask my husband. I hate the word diva. I grew up on a budget, and with a totally non-pretentious Mom (thanks Mom!) and so there are few things that I am willing to buy that are top of the line!
But my coffee machine...it's brought me great joy. It's drawn me closer to the Lord. It's allowed me to have four kids in six years and never once sleep through them. When we travel, if possible, we pack up that enormous machine and put it in the van. I'll leave a few suitcases behind if we have to. If we can't bring it, I mourn the loss of my coffee the whole time. Y'all get it.
The truth is, I love coffee without liking coffee. I love the effect of coffee. I love that I can wake up and meet with the Lord in the 6's every morning. I love that I have enough get-up and go to attack my day. I owe it all to coffee.
I love fru-fru coffee, as Rusty puts it. When I see people drinking coffee black, I'm baffled and apalled. How? Why? That doesn't even come close to tasting good!?
Why would you drink coffee black (gag) when some brilliant person invented flavored creamer? When you have white chocolate macadamian nut creamer at your HEB? Why!?
So Rusty awoke me yesterday morning with the news.
Before I even opened my eyes, he broke it to me. "The coffee machine is broken."
I awoke with a start. "What? How? Why? Fix it! We need a new one!"
"They're expensive..." he says.
"We can sell one of the children."
Which one?" he says.
"Whichever one gets the most spankings today." I say.
So right now, I'm drinkiing normal, everyday coffee. It's really dark. It has no foam. It's sub-par. Extremely sub-par.
I know y'all don't feel sorry for me.
But if you see me and I look tired, ragged, the light is gone from my eyes, I wanted you to know why.
Sad day in the Bacak house.