Make that: love, coffee, and a new French press
Guess what the first item on Jonathan’s “Things to buy when you go to the States” list is?
It was a dish-washing accident. The water was so hot. The soap so slippery. It could have happened to anyone.
And, the thing that really upsets me is that Jonathan had to deal with it all on his own. No coffee-loving man should ever have to sweep up the glass from his own shattered French press. It’s just not right.
Thankfully, our friends just received a replacement for their cracked, but still functioning, one. (We stock up these things. You’d hate for yours to break and the next mule, I mean person, isn’t coming over for another month.) Because they love us and care for our marriage, or they just don’t like us when we are on Starbucks withdrawal, they lent their new one to us.
Life without our French press is something no one wants to see.
Because – as much as it pains me to tell you this – sometimes, love just isn’t it enough.