I had a restless night’s sleep last night. Bad dreams, hot and humid weather, mice (or worse) rastling inside the walls, etc etc. So I woke up pretty groggy, needing my coffee. My lovely Livvy Cat, however, was meowing at my feet, begging pitifully for her food. So with a brief burst of compassion, lol, I paused my java jolt, rummaged through the silverware drawer for a spoon, cracked open a can of cat food, and scooped a hunk into her dish. There.
Now, for the coffee. Oh wow, the kids have gotten to it before me– there’s only one cup left! The liquid delight fills my cup…. I eagerly scoop a bit of sugar (well, OK OK, a tablespoon and a half) and some creamer (real dairy! Yep, I live big). I stir and stir to make sure it’s all perfectly blended. As I pull the spoon from the cup, it has small specks on it…. what the?
Oh gosh. I stirred my coffee with the same spoon I’d used to scoop the cat food. YUK. I hesitate for only a quick second… then… down the hatch. Whatever.
Hey, it was the last of the coffee in the pot!