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December 11, 2007
When your life starts to fall apart . . .
I hate it when beloved small appliances start to go.
I own a George Foreman grill, but I don't care about it. I have a very nice electric toothbrush, but it stirs no passions. My coffee maker, however, I love. I've owned or dealt with so many bad ones, after all. My mother has an awful thing that grinds and brews - the cleaning one must engage in to make a 2nd pot is distressing. The Cuisinart on my counter is dependable. It doesn't have a heating element in the base, so I don't have to worry about forgetting to turn it off; I averaged two or three times a month with that before this coffee maker. The thermal carafe really works.
Now, sad to report, I'm having to jiggle and fiddle the ON button to get the brewing process started. It's not long for this world. Will it last out the month, until I leave? I'm praying for it.
Posted by CrankyProfessor at December 11, 2007 6:46 AM