Yesterday over at our White Trash Mom site, I posted about my youngest daughter's first day of high school and my morning mishap with my coffee in the car.
So, today, I decided to be extra careful and take my Big Girl Mug Thermal Travel Mug with the securely fastened lid. No more morning mayhem for me! I had a client meeting scheduled in the afternoon, and I was looking pretty good, if I do say so myself (and I do...:-).
Taking further precaution, I made sure to place the aforementioned travel mug into the superbly designed cupholder (one of 5 within easy reach in my Toyota mom-mobile Siena). Next, I strapped it down with a piece of taurpalin backed the van out of the driveway and proceeded on my merry way. Since my eldest was driving the carpool to school (wahoo!!!!!), I didn't even have that to worry about. Safely stopped at a traffic light, I picked up my mug out of its safety harness cupholder...and proceeded to attempt not only to drink from the wrong side of the mug but without first opening the handy-dandy spout. When I realized my lame-brained mistake, I first opened the spout while starting to turn the mug around. Having never done this before, I wouldn't have known that there can actually be pressure built up inside one of these things, all from trying to drink from the wrong side of the mug, with the spout closed (who knew?). At that moment, coffee spurted out at my bangs. Like a mini volcano eruption. Dumbfounded, I put the coffee back into its cupholder and reached for the napkins that I keep in my glovebox for occasions just like these and begain dabbing at said bangs clutzily, all while laughing at myself in the car at the traffic light.
I finish wiping my bangs down...the damage was surprisingly scant...and I decide to try this drinking at the safety of the traffic light thing again. After all, I have a safety mug.
I look at the mug to be sure that:
- The spout is open.
- I am going to be drinking from the correct side of the mug.
Having never had to qualify these things before, I find myself laughing again. I tilt the safety mug to my mouth, and before it has even touched my lips, there is coffee spilling all...over...me.
What the hell?
Now, I know you'd think that a sane person would be furious by now, but given the events of the previous day, and given that perhaps I am a little off my rocker anyway, I start dabbing away again and laughing out loud. Alone. In my minivan. It is then that I happen to look over to my left at the vehicle next to me. The guy next to me is staring at me with the biggest scowl on his face you have ever seen.
There I am laughing at myself in my car, and this guy is scowling at me. What'd I do to him? You know, Big Strong Man and I are firm believers in one of our favorite sayings:
"If you don't laugh, you cry, so you might as well laugh your way through this life."
Take it easy this week. And when something doesn't go your way, laugh it off, 'cuz' it's just not worth going through life with an ugly old scowl on your face.
The light turned green. I waved at the Scowler and drove away while he was still sitting there scowling. Maybe this wasn't a Coffee Disaster after all. Perhaps it was a Coffee Affirmation! Ha!
Cheers.
Balanced Babe
