My coffee maker broke last week. If you know me, you know that's a tragedy and crisis all rolled into one.
My Plan: Go to Target. Buy a new one.
On Saturday morning, my husband approached me while I was doing my hair. "So... I was looking online," he said, "and it looks like we actually have a few choices on coffee makers."
I immediately put down my straightener, narrowed my eyes at him, and accused, "Are you in Research Mode???"
My husband is a Researcher. It's genetic.
When our children were in the 4th grade, I picked them up from school, and on our walk home, they excitedly confided that "Dad said we're getting a new TV!" I had to gently explain to them that when he says "I think we should get a new TV," what that actually means is "I am thinking about getting a new TV... but I need to look into what the best TV is first. For months."
Two years later, there was a new TV on the wall.
A Researcher Husband is not a bad thing. We probably have the best TV, balancing money and value and bells and whistles and reliability.
My van, which took months to "research," has all the features that I wanted.
But Researcher Husband and "IMMEDIATE COFFEE NEED" do not always get along.
I tapped him on the chest, and said, "Two days. You have two days."
And to his credit (and my amazement - and probably his mom's!), he had one ordered by that afternoon.
Coffee is coming, my friends. It is coming.