Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Welcome to Hidebound Hump Day, my chuckaboos!
Those prim, straightlaced, hidebound Victorians would never talk about this… but I hope to give you midweek entertainment with my mishap. It could make a stuffed bird laugh.
Here’s the spew. It was Monday morning, and I had slept very poorly (that happens a lot these days). One cup of Joe didn’t make much impact on my get-up-and-go.
After drowsily dressing, I treated myself to a second cup of coffee. I crawled to the middle of my bed, where I sat doing computer work. I got a nice (apparently large) sip of wakey juice. Well wouldn’t you know — a mischievous, minuscule drop got ahead of the rest and went down the wrong way. The result was me spewing coffee all over myself and the bed.
JR Korpa at Unsplash
I guess the coffee did…
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