I was very confused, looking around the kitchen for the coffee pot that goes in my coffee maker. Quinn, Adele's houseguest, saw me looking around the kitchen and surely, must have known what I was looking for. She went into the bathroom. The pot was nowhere to be found. I call in to the bathroom. Um, Quinn, have you see the coffee pot? Oh yeah, apparently, it fell or something.
Uh. I don't know what that means and am grade A unhappy that I am unable to make my daily pot of coffee. Granted, I had been meaning to buy a new coffee maker, but I want to know how it fell. I am assuming someone is responsible for its fall, and I am hoping that said person buys me a new one. I have kind of had it with Quinn. I am pretty sure she is the person that made me sick. She was up at 8:15 this morning making a decent bit of noise out here in the living room, banging away at the computer, and coughing violently and loudly, obviously knowing she was waking up everyone. And I did not appreciate her curt explanation about the coffee pot. This is one houseguest that needs to leave. She is leaving on Monday and then no longer will I be woken up to her coughing.