Warning, the pictures in this post are graphic. This is one of the “lows” I’m telling you about today:
All I wanted was a nice cup of coffee, let me start there, but I didn’t have time for coffee this morning as we had rushed out early to a doctor’s appointment (the 3rd doctor appointment this week). Afterward, it was imperative (according to my 7-year-old) that we come back home first to make a lunch because God forbid we eat a school lunch once in a darn while. Anyways, I took him to school and when I finally got back, I was looking forward to my morning coffee. I got out my one of my favorite huge coffee mugs, my “Owl Love You Forever” mug.
It holds almost a quarter of pot of coffee, and it is fabulous. I then added pumpkin spice creamer, because fall told me to, and I sat down to enjoy the yumminess.
I finished it quickly and then headed back to the coffee pot for another cup. I looked inside the mug, and that is when I saw it! That disgusting filthy animal that invaded my coffee cup!
I called it all sorts of names. I wondered when exactly it had made its entrance. I wondered how many times my lips had touched it, and if it almost invaded my mouth too. Then I got real mad.
I’m still angry. No more coffee for me this morning, I can’t.