February 22, 2006

• So... upon attempting to make myself some hot chocolate right before bed, I plodded sleepily across the kitchen floor and the corner of the island came out of nowhere and hit me smack dab on the side of my ribcage. oof! was my startled reply to the sneak attack from the kitchen island as I continued on my merry way to fill my mug with steaming water. I must have been half asleep by then because it seemed that I poured it to the brim. Much to my chagrin, I had no choice but to use my last few remaining brain cells concentrating on walking without spilling anything. And of course, when Mimmie thinks too much... things never go as planned. Sighing now over the puddle that now serves as a new slip hazard for the klutz that I am, I made my way over to get a clorox wipey. This would probably be quite a normal story if not for the fact that when I reached down to wipe up the mess, I forgot I was still holding the mug in my other hand and the process of me bending downwards at an angle made me spill the remaining contents of what would have been my ticket to sleep. Empty mug in hand, I decided that I was done for the night and headed over to the sink. I then noticed my dog sitting knowingly at a distance watching my battle with the nightcap unfold before his eyes. He cocked his head to the side as if to say, "wait 'til I tell the labrador across the street about this one."  ^_^*

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