coke and puppies
July 28, 2010
About halfway into filling my 44 oz cup with the good stuff this morning, I realized we had a problem, so I stopped filling, dumped it out, and started again.
Same issue—no syrup. Which, as any aficionado will quickly tell you, is no good. The best soda fountain purveyors not only keep the pipes clean, they get the magical mix right between carbonation and syrup. It’s an art.
Not today. But it wasn’t until my third attempt that I realized the problem (okay, MY problem). Which is that I’m too tall. Oh, and an idiot. That too.
See how both of those labels have some magical green to them. And some silver? And how the label on the right is right next to the ice?
Of course, if I were shorter, my view would have been better.
I do this at least once a week. Because, as I’ve mentioned, I am an idiot.
On another note. Here is Nala, patiently waiting for her best friend in the whole world to wake up:
This is the morning ritual. The moment she is free to wander, she wanders directly to this spot. She stays there until she is satisfied: