I know I hear you all gasping in shock… how could I hate something that my husband loves.  I try and be supportive of his love, but I can’t, I just can’t.

I hate that damn coffee machine!

My husband has a bit of an obsession with his coffee.  He has a coffee machine and grinder and all this other coffee related “junk” so that he can make himself good quality coffee’s at home.

Now I know it saves us anywhere between $5 and $10 a day because he now doesn’t have to buy good coffee at work (so obsessed he has a grinder at work now so he can have freshly ground beans when ever the need arises).

I know its something he enjoys and I try and support that, but the damn machine and its mess and its smell drive me up the wall.

In coffee’s defense we were never going to get along, you see I don’t drink it.  I don’t really like the taste, or the smell, and it does some crazy things to my body if I actually drink it.  Like a racing heart, and a mouth that won’t shut up.  Basically coffee for me is like drinking a can of Red Bull.

But the machine takes up precious space on my kitchen bench, and now the new grinder thingo is so heavy that I can’t move it if I need more space.  And he is now wanting a “whole” draw in the kitchen to store more of the “junk”.

And don’t get me started on the grinds, I find coffee all over the kitchen.  Today I have been greeted with coffee on my clean dishes! the clean dishes, you know the ones in the dish rack drying and waiting patiently for me to put them away… Well now I have to wash them again! ahhhhhh

I love you wonderful husband you, but that machine…