Coffee Chaos

So, I'm on my way to the computer this morning, coffee in hand in my new MOM mug from one of my little cubs, looking forward to sipping contentedly and blogging a bit. Drip, drip, trickle, whooosh! I look down and my wonderfully comfy chair is covered in coffee (and not just any coffee, MOCHA!) So sad. Now I sit in a hard wooden chair wishing that I had realized beforehand that the coffee lid twisted on instead of clicked on. Perhaps my friend is rubbing off on me after all these years! (See A Writers Journey: A False Sense of Security)