Joey’s going to Iowa today so I’ll be all by my lonesome this weekend. He rode his bike in this morning so he could be at the office by 6:30 to get a few extra hours of work in before he leaves at 1:30; this means I won’t see him at all today (aside from when he tried to give me a kiss when he left but I couldn’t wake up, so it doesn’t count).

I was running late trying to tie up loose ends for his trip, and Henry would not go to the bathroom, so I made it downtown by about 8:05. Shortly thereafter, I headed in to the downstairs kitchen to make myself some coffee.

I have a special mug that is mine and everyone knows it. It’s a rainbow mug from Starbucks and I like it because it’s full of color and personality, and heaven knows I need both. So I opened the cabinet to get out my special rainbow mug. Somehow, as I was pulling it out, the handle of my mug caught on the handle of a generic mug.

It was like slow motion. I could see the cream, generic mug getting closer, and closer to the edge of the shelf. Then, as if there was nothing I could do about it, the cream mug began to fall…I threw my body into the wall to try to stop the fall of the mug, but I was either too late or too early, because I didn’t stop the mug at all.

CRASH!!!

It broke into about 10 pieces and made a horrendously loud noise. And the kitchen has a marble floor and vaulted ceiling, too, so it’s like an echo chamber in there.

“Stupid mug,” I mumbled, and bent to pick up the largest pieces.

Wilting, I walked out of the kitchen. Everyone looked at me and immediately burst out laughing.

“Was that really loud?” I asked.

“Um, YES,” they replied. “It sounded like you broke lots of things.”

I assured them I had only broken the one mug and that it had not been my special rainbow mug, which is what they had all been concerned about. I tripped off to try to find a broom so I could clean the rest of my mess up. And when I came back, everyone was still laughing.

So that’s how my Friday started…let’s hope the rest of the day is more awesome. I’m off to a Ranger’s game with a friend tonight, so perhaps I won’t pine after Joey quite so much.