In which Coffee Boy emulates The Commander

I forget exactly exactly why he was wielding this big kniffy at me. Were we disagreeing about MAGA? I do not remember. Make no mistake. He is not attacking me with that kniffy in any way. This was staged.

I’m not sure the GG thought he would end up being a coffee boy when he retarrrred a few years ago. He did his thing and I drove over to Cubelandia and whatever.

So I got COVID-dumped into telecommuting last March. I didn’t usually drink coffee at Cubelandia. Sometimes but not usually. So I started to be a full-time telecommuter and the GG started to make me coffee in the morning. And I was pretty okay with that.

I now seem to expect the GG to make me coffee in the morning. Just one or two cups. Yesterday, our cute little Mister Coffee decided to die.

The GG headed out to Meijer for a new coffee maker, which I wasn’t happy about but he does wear a mask. Jeebus.

My cousin Mac whose birthday was today passed away unexpectedly at the beginning of March 2020 just before we all got locked down with COVID. He didn’t die of COVID but it sure was surreal processing his death during that time period. I didn’t see him all that often as an adult but we stayed loosely connected via social media and his occasional visits to our homeland. I sure didn’t expect not to see him again.

Love all of my cousins 🧡🧡🧡

5 Responses to “In which Coffee Boy emulates The Commander”

  1. isa Says:

    He’s a good coffee boy.

  2. jane Says:

    I love my cousins too!

  3. Margaret Says:

    You are fortunate to have close relationships with your cousins, unlike me. I’m waiting for 25+ year old Krups to die. It has an espresso and a regular coffee side. I love it and use it every morning! It’s nice to have someone to make you coffee; John does that when I’m at his house. 🙂

  4. Jay Says:

    Missing Mac, missing Jim, and missing seeing any and all of you (cousins)

  5. Pooh Says:

    We are lucky to be so close to our cousins, and we miss being able to see so many friends and family this year.

    Margaret, I read your comment twice, to make sure Krups wasn’t your cousin. Don’t mind me, I’ve only had a sip of my coffee.