Wednesday, July 31, 2019

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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.

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I guess the coffee did…