Behold! These are the bubbles I've been greeted with each morning for a couple of weeks now. Mind you, these bubbles don't dissipate as you'd expect after a rigorous stir. They hand around, tempting you to consider carefully why they stalk you like a rainy cloud.
The first time I noticed them, I refused to drink the cup, thinking we'd left soap in the cup or in the pot. The following day brought more of the same bubbles, so I carefully tasted and drank, noticing no ill effects.
Funny how in a sunlit field, bubbles are sought out and considered a thing of joy. In my coffee cup without a fancy Italian or French (gasp) name, they are unwelcome. Most unwelcome.
In fact, I started to think maybe Mel was trying to slip me something gradually. I researched what kind of poison would bubble, clearly it was a poison for idiots as the bubbles tip off the victim that something is rotten in Denmark. (she knows me too well). And yet, still I drank of the cup.
Yesterday, I had enough of the bubbles and commenced operation Exterminate Coffee Bubbles (ECB). In short order, I traced the bubbles to our paper coffee filter we've switched to as the Gold filter (yes, my coffee is filtered through Gold before I'll drink it), after the gold filter developed a few holes.
I've ordered a new gold filter to fight the bubbles, so all should be well soon; ECB will be a raging success. Now a simpleton might think the culprit was only the paper filters and not some evil plot by Melissa. However, the simpleton would be wrong. Perhaps, dead wrong.
I suspect Mel found a source for pre-poisoned paper coffee filters online somewhere. "I suspect everything is a trap, that's why I am still alive." 10 bonus points to anyone that can name what movie that quote is from...
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