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)
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