Did I mention I got my coffeemaker over the weekend?

I did.

Do you know the first thing I did with it?

I cleaned the coffeepot with the rest of my dishes and threw I fucking dropped it onto the floor and broke it.

So now I have to wait until my mom (who paid for it) sends me the receipt so that I can be a bitch and bring it back to Canadian Tire, claiming it was broken when I got it.

Which means that I still don't have coffee.