I’m like most people in that I have my normal thing I do every day while getting ready for work. I make coffee, shower, shave, iron the work shirt, eat something quick, grab a coffee-to-go, water & lunch, and I’m out the door.
This morning I somehow ruined my routine. At some point while grabbing a coffee, I couldn’t find the spoon to stir in the cream & sugar that I had JUST gotten out. Strange.
Well I just got to work, and I found it. In my cup of coffee. After it tried to kill me by jumping down my throat.
Oops.
My wife (yes, it’s still weird saying that) is gone for the weekend, and the first things I think of are YES I CAN PARK IN THE DRIVE WAY ALL WEEKEND and SEAFOOD FOR DINNER EVERY NIGHT.




