In Which I Break A Mug Before 8:30 on Friday Morning May 16, 2008
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.
My concern is whether they were laughing “with you” or “at you”? I fear the latter………..
Of course Henry wouldn’t go to the bathroom, I took him out before I left.