Tuesday, September 7, 2010

At my coffee supplier's there was a pot like the one I use in for repair, and I checked it out and I was appalled. This is the type you put on the stove to force boiling water through a filter to the top part and mostly they are made of aluminum. As was this. And with the bottom part black from sitting on the stove and I thought
Dear Me....not very nice this pot
and then it hit me...I am turning into my mother.
My mother would, surreptitiously, check out the neighbor's laundry when hanging on the lines and make comments like.....too bad about Mrs. So and So, she must have a hard time, her sheets are really not all that white, are they?
as if it really mattered if the sheets were super white.
And here I am, doing the same thing, thinking....poor owner of the coffeepot. It really is not all that clean, is it.
I am sure it still makes perfectly good coffee.

1 comment:

Cindy said...

I think over time we all turn into our mothers! I say things all the time that mom would say, soemtimes I say something and then laugh! Your mother might have too!