So, we bought an stove-top espresso maker. We've used it once so far, and despite K. standing across the room from it and declaring it a bomb, no one died. It didn't even explode.

E. kept declaring what great coffee we had made, but was fortunate that I was able to remove the joy from the occasion, and reminded her that we were drinking Americano, not coffee.

I am looking forward to trying again, but am currently on the couch, and it is evening. Not espresso time. I'll try again on the morning, an report as soon as I get to work.

Also, this is a funny dog.

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