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

*SIGH*

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
Meds taken
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.