I have to tell you what I did this morning, because it’s too funny not to share. I had just finished my breakfast of egg salad and rolls and was moving from my kitchen table to my office to start working on whatever it is I’m supposed to be working on right now but am avoiding by writing this blog, so I put my coffee in the microwave to warm up. While it was in there I noticed that my grandfather clock needed winding, so I went and did that. On my way back past the microwave I opened it, reached in, grabbed my mug, and continued toward my office. As I held it in my hand I thought, “This doesn’t feel as warm as it should.” There wasn’t all that much liquid in the bottom of the cup, so I figured maybe the top half of the mug felt cooler than the coffee at the bottom, so I stuck my nose down to sniff it, trying to determine how hot the coffee actually was.
What I found was that it was TEA!!! Tea that I’d put in the microwave to heat up TWO DAYS BEFORE. I hadn’t even seen it when I stuck the coffee in there, nor noticed that there were two mugs in microwave instead of just one.
I laughed so hard. There is nothing quite like the kind of laugh you get when you’re laughing at yourself and no one else is around to see it. And because I knew she would appreciate it in just the right way, I immediately called my mom, so that she could laugh, too.