I got up with the alarm today and left the room (I’m still trying to let Brian get some sleep by not snoozing), but I was stumbling all over the place (so tired). After washing my hands, I went straight for breakfast: put a Gibb muffin in the microwave, and poured myself a huge glass of orange juice (my grandmother used to say that it seemed like I wanted to shower in OJ rather than drink it). Mental note: there’s just a little bit left, should buy more. Then grabbed the butter, a paper towel, a knife and the muffin and went downstairs to the family room with the full intention of lying back down on our brand new couch (which we waited way too much time for and spent way too much money on) while I watched some TV (House, if you must know).
I put my breakfast on an adjacent TV table, I lied down on one side of the sectional, put a couple of blankets on me (oooh warmth), started pulling the TV table closer to me, and WOOOSSHHH!!! the orange juice spilled all over the floor and on the couch. I got up, still half asleep, but rushing as fast as I could, to the laundry room, where we keep the bulk load of paper towels. I must have used a whole roll drying up the mess. I needed it dry ASAP so there would be no damage to the laminate floor (which is not supposed to get wet) or the new couch’s upholstery. I thought Brian would kill me if he found out about the spill, but then I remembered that just last week he had accidentally overheated his Mac’s power cord’s box on the couch, and now the couch has a square imprint on it with the Apple logo embossed in the center… so maybe we could just call it even.
I took the empty glass and the beach-ball sized bunch of wet paper towels up to the kitchen, and poured myself the last of the orange juice that was remaining. Mental note (revised): buy more OJ.
By the time I got back to my cozy blankets, my muffin was cold again. I gave up and ate it anyway.
So, I’m running late for work this morning. You got a problem with that?
ina
