Condensation. It's a little damp out there.

Ooooh. Yesterday was a day, all right. I was cranky and tired and people were easily getting on my last nerve. And then, my ragazz' made it all better when he said "Doesn't going to Brasa sound wonderful?" He's the best, no lie.

I went to sleep, all was well. I woke up this morning, and there was horror. HORROR, I say. THE COFFEE MAKER IS BROKEN. There are clicks, but that's it. NO. COFFEE. Luckily we are an emergency preparedness kind of house, so there is iced coffee in the fridge. It's a fairly acceptable substitute, but clearly this situation must be remedied TODAY.

Here's hoping that the day only goes up from here.