Never to be underestimated is my consistent ability to hone in on that which could potentially be spilled.
Within the last 48 hours, I’ve managed to…
…empty the very red, and very carpet-staining contents of an entire glass of wine onto the carpet in my bedroom.
…topple over a freshly opened bottle of beer, also onto the carpet in my bedroom (though, sadly, not in the same location as the red wine…that might have actually helped dilute out the cabernet).
…drain my travel mug of nearly every last drop of my morning green tea into the small compartment in my car that holds my various hospital ID badges, assorted pens, my pager, and a few old triple A batteries.
And I was sober for every single deluge.
I think I missed my calling as the fourth of the Three Stooges. Either that, or I am just not cut out to be an optimist.