At precisely 7:55 this morning our coffee maker, which we have named Jeeves, woke us up.  Actually, I’d been awake since 6:30 (because I’m getting old and can’t sleep in anymore) but it woke us up nonetheless.

Joey took a little longer to rouse than I did, but it wasn’t long before he was shuffling out to the kitchen and pouring coffee into two mugs.  He handed me mine and I noticed it was steaming like crazy; I tried to take a drink and noticed it was way too hot for me.

“Woah, Jeeves makes us better coffee than the old coffee maker did, this is super hot,” I said, setting my mug down.  My fingers were slightly scalded.

“I know, it’s amazing,” Joey said.  ”I almost feel like we don’t deserve such a nice coffee maker.”

And then I giggled because Joey is so funny.