a tragedy of the highest degree. my french press and the floor met in the most unfortunate way a few days ago. my trusty french press, that has been with me all through college, my dear friend who had two different parts from two different presses due to my mother mixing them up. who has been working overtime the past few months. she is now gone.
we had a good run my friend. you will be missed for sure.
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"my french press and the floor met in the most unfortunate way"
i'm in love with that phrase!!
Aw my poor friend! My mom kept the stupid french press she had and now I've just got a dumb old coffee pot. Looks like we're going to have to deal with living in mediocrity. I love you.
all i have to say is that it is SO good that Jill has one too... i don't know what you guys would do without any french press! :)
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