Do you ever have mornings where everything seems to go just right? Where you wake up feeling rested, your morning routine goes smoothly, and it seems like your day is getting off to a great start?
That was me this morning. Gregg leaves super early on Thursdays to receive a fish shipment at the pet store, so I had the house all to myself. I drank a leisurely cup or two of coffee while reading blogs, ate a bowl of cereal, and fed George and Marco. I took a nice long shower and put on one of my favorite outfits. I packed myself a nice, healthy lunch to take along, and still had a few extra minutes to tidy up the house a little before leaving. I was even having a good hair day! I felt so nice and put-together for once. On top of things. A professional woman going out to seize the day!
Just as I was about to head out the door, I grabbed a travel mug and poured myself the last cup of coffee to take along to the office. It would be a pity to let good coffee go to waste, right? Right. Feeling on top of the world, I went out to the garage, opened my car door, and sat down in the driver's seat......
......and the lid of the travel mug I was holding came off in my hand and the entire 12 ounces of blazing hot coffee dropped into my lap, bounced, and ended up at my feet. Coffee went everywhere. Everywhere. It splashed my face, left arm, the steering wheel, the windshield, the dashboard, and drenched my clothes. I was too stunned to move for few seconds.* And then (sorry Weaver!) I cursed and swore like a sailor! It was like a coffee bomb had gone off in my car! When I called the principal to tell him I'd be late, coffee was dripping from the tip of my nose. It was almost surreal. So much for my morning getting off to a lovely start!
I ended up thirty minutes late to work, smelling faintly of dark brew.
*I was lucky in that I only had some stinging on my bare arm that got the brunt of the deluge. No serious burns.