It's just Coffee! I swear!

So as I'm sitting in the living room, sipping my coffee - which is dog-bone flavored (Thank you, Finny!) - and finishing up (more like sniffling up) the movie Up (that's a lot of Ups!) with the kids...who I'm just now noticing have snuck off to the play room, I decided to better channel my emotions into updating this blog, instead of crying, nay, weeping over fictional Disney characters by myself in my dark living room.

Yesterday, yes, the day of the Deluge, I had to drive Dinah to the vet to get her stitches removed. Thankfully, Noah was in school or this story would have probably had a few more unexpected twists. Now Dinah's vet is all the way in Coldspring, so we are talking about a 45 minute drive -one way - on a clear day, which it is not. Fun times. Needless to say, I have the DVD player going in the van to drown out the cat yowling the whole way. I'm sipping my first cup of coffee and sharing my apple with Finny.

Somehow, this is a little bit peaceful.

Until that last mouthful of coffee grabs remnant piece of apple off of my back molar and deposits it in my windpipe.

Sputter.

My new, shiny dashboard is covered in dripping, brown, peppermint flavored breakfast beverage. After choking and gasping for a few minutes, I manage to find a safe place to pull over and inspect the damage - which I am very thankful is easily removed by a plethora of wipes. But my pants are another story.

Always fun to spend your morning in wet pants.

There are lots of things that make me happy. Rainy days are one of them. But there are also a few things that make me miserable. Wet pants is very high on that list.

I grit my teeth and decide I'm NOT going to tell everyone I meet that it's just coffee. In fact, I'm not even going to mention it. And I don't. But I'm very grouchy. And my daily coffee quota is on my pants instead of buzzing through my happy little brain.

Dinah gets her stitches out, and no one brings up my obvious pants faux pas.

And as we are driving home, I look in the rear view and see this.

Suddenly, my wet pants don't seem like such a big deal.