It's Sunday morning and all I hear is the hum of the furnace. When I awoke before 6 AM, I got my coffee brewing and crawled back into bed. A half hour later it was apparent that dozing off wasn't going to happen. Once my brain is alerted that it's a new day it just won't shut off. By nature I am not a list maker, but jotting mental notes is not unheard of. The bad thing about that is the task needs to be committed right away or it will be forgotten.
Tiny Post-It Notes line my computer monitor. Sometimes the notations actually make enough sense to jar my memory. One of them says "new coffee pot." The current model makes the java juice OK, but it leaks all over the counter. I have an incontinent coffee maker. Bounty Paper Towels to the rescue. While laying in bed, the thought occurred to me to price Keurigs. I know they are pricey, but a girl can dream. This line of thinking drove me to daydream about other small appliances that would do me good -- not that kind of small appliance. No really! It's a neck massager.
I've been threatening to buy a George Foreman Grill. We have a couple of them at work that get lots of use provided someone cleaned them after using. I don't own a grill, but pan frying a steak or chicken breast isn't the same without the grill marks. And the broiler is a royal pain the tushy! The smoke and clean up is a total bitch. No thank you. Since there are two residents in this household, I require the bigger one. Grilled veggies are so tasty, too. I was perusing a couple different store sites and was surprised by the number of models available. Like Foreman's kids, they all have the same name, but different. I'm particularly fond of those with removable grill plates -- easier clean up.
Bread makers. OY! I thought there were a lot of Foreman Grills on the market. Egads! I am not Suzy Homemaker nor do I have the inclination to perform the toils required to make bread. I watched my Dad for years puttering around the kitchen kneading the dough, letting it rise, kneading it some more. The house was permeating an aroma that could be smelled a block away. I have to question how much I'd use a bread maker after the novelty wore off. If you own one, do you still use it often enough to justify the room required to store it?
So there you go. My Sunday morning though processes shared. The Wedding Singer is on and I think I'll watch it ... for the 30th time.