This entire situation wasn't good for my health. I'm not exaggerating. Cedric drove us to the local home store, and I'm now standing in front of twenty different coffee pot brands.
Twenty.
“Babe, just grab one.” Cedric grunted as he leaned against the cart. “Don't have time for this. I need to get to the station.”
“I can't just grab one. My grandma told me that a coffee maker is one of the most important things in your kitchen.” I snapped, continued to read the tags under each pot before twisting my head towards him with a frown on my face. “And stop calling me babe.”
A decided happily on a forty-two dollar coffee pot. It holds five cups of water and had two different compartments, one for hot coffee and one for cold.
See, I couldn't just pick one.
My mood was already going up as I
