Monday morning…again

I am so not a morning person. I managed to drag my butt out of bed this morning and make it to work on time, but on the way to work, I figured out that the lid to my tea mug had not been properly cleaned, so it smelled like sour milk. My choices were to hold my breath while taking each sip or removing the lid, which could have been an issue since, for some reason, I chose the bumpier of two routes to work.

After a couple of sips, the thought of the smell of the lid was freaking me out, even though I could see that the sour smell was coming from a part of the lid that wasn’t touching my tea. So I took the lid off. Somehow I made it to work without spilling all over myself. So thank you to my fellow drivers on the freeway this morning. I appreciate the fact that, for once, you made no random lane changes, did not brake for no discernible reason or come up on my rear bumper at 90 mph only to hover right on my butt even though every other lane on the freeway was wide open. Apparently it’s going to be a good day.