First Thing In the Morning
I make a cup of coffee, sit down to drink it, and pour the entire steaming cp directly over my stomach, legs, and then drop the cup, sending it shivering across the floor in 100 pieces. My body is on fire, I strip off my pants and go in search of clean ones, grab a towel to clean up the floor and then go into the kitchen to make a new cup of coffee hoping to start the morning out right. I reach for the coffee and in the process the bottle of oil on the same revolving tray plunges to the floor, oil spashing all over the cabinets, the floor a slippery mess. I continue making coffee with a big sigh...the oil is still waiting to be cleaned up...but first, I need some coffee in my system. I have a bad feeling about today...but I'm hoping that it all hit me at once and got it's deed done with nice and early.