We have a problem with our ice maker. It's not
a mechanical problem, it is a problem with its
mere existence... according to Mia the Wonder
dog that is. She hates the ice maker. For years,
we bought bags of ice so we could disengage the
ice maker so it wouldn't bother Mia.
That is until this summer and my discovery of
iced coffee. You see, up until this summer I
had never had coffee, the smell just didn't
appeal to me ~ at all.
In May Wonderful and I were at International
Quilt Market in Pittsburgh. We had worked all
day in our booth, taken the booth apart and
packed the car and were heading West for a
six hour drive home. Wonderful said he needed
some coffee so he pulled into a fast food place and
decided to get an iced coffee since we were so hot
from packing the car. He had them put some
flavoring in the coffee and it smelled delicious!
I took a sip and I was hooked.
So a few times this summer I drove through the
fast food place and got the iced coffee and loved
it. But, my family had to be honest with me, I
had a problem. Did I mention that I have been
caffeine free for over a decade (except for any
caffeine that is found in chocolate)? Yeah, it seems
caffeine just is not good for me. I start talking a
mile a minute, I start coming up with all these
fabulous plans and my family just looks at me
like, "who is she"?
So now I make my own decaf coffee and pour
it over ice and add a flavored creamer and it's
Except for the ice...
We have started using the ice maker again
because we are going through a lot of ice.
And that is no bueno for my puppy dog.
I try to get her outside when I'm getting
ice out of the bin so she can't hear it. Or
I'll very quietly put in piece by piece into
the glass but she knows... can she smell
it? But the worst part is when the ice
maker decides it needs to add more ice
to the bin. When the ice falls in, Mia
freezes and then looks at us and
then skulks away, looking something
like this. She heads upstairs and hides behind
the bed. We call the noise "Ghostie" because
that is what we imagine she must think, that
there is a little ghost inside the freezer, throwing
ice cubes around.
And don't even ask about windy days that may
make the curtains move or thunderstorms.