Coffee Maker's Busy Weekend

Man, what a weekend.

After a whole week of sitting around unplugged and doing nothing but air out my owners showed back up on Friday along with all the grand babies and their parents.

And do these guys like coffee.

The lady of the house kicked things off nicely by filling my reservoir and brewing a large cup of Caribou Decaf before anyone else showed up.  I love having my reservoir filled.  It's just the best.

When I heard the hoards arrive, though, I knew the next morning was going to be wild.  The grand babies love to "make coffee" in the morning for the adults.  Sure I'm a Kuerig and it's pretty easy, but these guys man handle me!  Especially the boy.  He's crazy.

"Button? Coffee?"  presspresspresspress

I swear I don't know what I'm supposed to do after about the fourth whack.

And, oh, how he loves to open and close my lid.   Up, down, up, down, up, down.  Sheesh!  Doesn't he have something else he can jerk around?

It's not all bad, though.  I mean I know I'm bringing pleasure and consciousness to the adults, and the kidlets like it when I make hot chocolate, but if I have to brew one more batch of that Bayou Bold I'm gonna slap Emeril across the back of his head.  BAM!!  Kick that up a notch.

These weekends are tough on me.  I think I do about 50 cups in two days, but then again I get the rest of the week off.  My cousin handles things for the grands up in Richmond while they're there.  It's all Newman's Own, Jet Fuel and Black Tiger.  Nice and dark, baby.

Just the way we like to brew it.