And I am not a happy BW this morning.
First off, I didn’t want to wake up today. I was sleeping soundly when my alarm decided it needed to help me wake up. I turned it off in my slumber.
Minutes later, I forced myself out of the bed and into the kitchen, first to take my daily dose of pig thyroid, and then to concoct my morning stimulant.
The Captain is home, so of course the dishes are all washed and the counters are spotless . . . but what’s this? A mess in the corner of the counter where I keep the coffee grinder and my stash of coffee beans.
My mental brakes come to a screeching halt as I go from contemplating which bean I should grind to the Dead End of asking “What the H. E. Double Hockey Sticks happened to my grinder?” It’s a mess.
I plug it in . . . nothing. It’s dead.
I’m turning to you, my Private Eye readers, to help me solve this crime, at least until Termite wakes up and I hang him from his toenails, forcing a confession. I’ll hold his duck calls hostage and break them one by one with a ball peen hammer until he spills the coffee beans.
Here’s what you have to go on . . .
There it lay. Kitchen towel nearby. Unplugged. Water droplets on the counter. A light brown kind of greasy substance in the cup that holds the beans, and a little bit of the same thing in the grinder. Blue body covered with greasy finger prints and smudges.
I need each of you to recreate the most likely scenario of who killed my Krups and how. Was it The Captain? Was it Miah? Was it Termite? After you’ve chosen your likely suspect, I want you then to comment in great detail how the UNSUB perpetrated the crime.
And the person who has the most crime details correct and comes closest to solving the mystery of the murdered coffee grinder will win this . . .
My birthday was last week, but better late than never. I’m accepting gifts past the due date, and here’s the grinder I want. Thanks in advance!
Meanwhile, I’m suffering enjoying a mundane Mr. Coffee-maker cup of coffee. Yawn. Stretch.
Okay, let’s get cracking!