Klutzy Karesa struck again yesterday. I was going to make a pot of coffee and had the coffee maker up by the edge of the counter. I didn't put the carafe all the way into its slot and, needless to say, it fell out and shattered on the floor. I tried to call my husband, who was out doing his 2nd favorite Sunday morning activity, browsing the swap meet. His 1st is snowmobiling or dirtbike riding. Anyway, his phone was off. "No coffee for me" I pouted. When my husband arrived home, with his new treasures (he collects old woodworking tools), I told him about the coffeepot. He listened and then got up and walked away. I sat there thinking 'how rude!'. A few minutes later he walked back into the room and set a new coffeemaker on the table. To say I was shocked is an understatement. I asked him where it came from and he, with a twinkle in his eye, replied 'out of my *ss'. I still have no idea why he had a new coffeemaker in the house however, I'm glad he's a boyscout and always prepared. Now, if I ever remember to buy a new carafe, I will have 2 perfectly good coffeemakers.