half empty, or half full?
Yesterday morning I decided to get off my bum and drive my kids to the bus stop in the pouring rain. The pouring rain is a happy thing around here. Rain (instead of snow or ice) means there might be a God out there who is considering sending spring our way, someday. It washes away the old snow and slush and leaves a fresh landscape of potholes, mud and weird grit, so we can freeze up and cover it with snow again. Such is the freeze/thaw cycle in Michigan, but it really makes us appreciate the miracle of spring. Anyway. . .
I had to prepare my gigantic mug of coffee for the 3-minute trip down the street. I’m one of those people who needs to have a coffee mug in hand for at least the first two hours of the day. It makes me happy, and you know the motto, “When momma’s happy, everybody’s happy.”
So I grabbed my coffee, hopped into our awesome Ford Flex (gotta put a plug in there for the economy) and headed down the street. I wedged my big round coffee mug as best I could into the cup holder.
I bet you can guess what happened next.
As I pulled up to the stop, my unsecured mug tipped over and out poured the entire contents. Directly into the adjacent cup holder.
That’s right. It didn’t spill all over the car, it poured right into the cup holder, filling it up like a cup of coffee itself.
My first reaction? “Oh ______ (fill in your favorite expletive here), I can’t believe this happened. What a schmuck I am. G is going to kill me (because this isn’t the first time I’ve done something dumb with my coffee). This is starting out to be a lousy day.”
Then I realized, “I am the luckiest woman ever. Who accidentally spills her coffee directly into another vessel without splash or spill? It’s going to be an amazing day.”
After the kids finished laughing at me, I sent them on their way, went home, and cleaned up easily. Zero evidence. Except for the fact that G reads the blog, and I’m sure he’ll be cool.
What do you think? Schmuck or luck? Half empty or full?