Is it any wonder I get migraines? Anyone who has ever tried to pour liquid out of a coffeemaker carafe, without dribbling, no doubt has had at least one headache caused from the experience. Really, wouldn't you just love to meet the diabolical piece of sand grit who created the things? I'll bet there are house -elves sneaking around all over the world just waiting to report when a coffee carafe dribbles. Then; Accio Money! The creator of the stupid things gets a bonus!
Ah... (sheepishly blushing here) that's much better. I've had that bottled up for ages. Admittedly, there are worse things than dripping coffeepots, like pop-top cans with broken or missing tabs. Like most normal people, I wasn't in class the day they covered what to do when your soda can doesn't have a tab and your only available utensil is your teeth. And then, what about the TP dispensers in public restrooms? Have you ever had to stick your entire arm into that ridiculously small space and battle said dispenser for possession of one small square of TP before it rips off and leaves you...well, grasping for more?
All those things are diabolical, and so are these headaches. I had to get up in the middle of the night and take a Fioricet. It seems to have taken the edge off, so I think it's back to bed for me now.
There is always hope.
Betty
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