Smells like, “ouch! gorramit!”
This morning has been pretty slapstick. So far:
Monthly proof of femininty has arrived. Joy and trumpets.
Mom called to postpone vacation things
As I was on the way to the phone, I stubbed my toe
Which caused me to drop my coffee cup
Fortunately, it did not break
But I DID slop coffee (with raw turbinado sugar in it) all over the cabinet and floor
Which KittenFace promptly tracked through
Mom talked to
Kittenface toes cleansed
Floor and cabinet wiped down
*my* toe is fine, thank goodness it was on the opposite foot of brokeToe
New coffee poured
I am not going to let this small comedy of errors get to me. I am on Day Five of No Smoking and all in all, in a pretty darn good mood. I will just go out (virtually) with my assault rifle and take down a platoon or three of synthetic life forms in Mass Effect.
*That* should take care of any lingering aggression.