Things I Do Because I'm a Moron VII

My son thoughtfully gave the Blond and me a couple of REALLY BUTT-KICKING, Industrial Coffee Mugs. (Not like my old one)



Seriously, they are great. They are well padded, virtually leak-proof, and even have a little clip so you don't have to juggle your coffee with your briefcase, groceries, or small non-ambulatory pets.

So I pour myself a cup this morning, and an unconcious part of my mind takes over.

"Hey," it says, without bothering to consult with the rest of my brain, "If you're going to clip this thing to your briefcase, you'd better test it to see if it REALLY is leak-proof."

Now keep in mind that I wasn't really THINKING about this. If I had checked in with the rational side of my cerebellum, I would have simply held the cofee-filled mug over the sink while tipping it over.

For some reason that I just don't understand, the evil, unconcious moron within me decided that the PROPER way to test the mug was to HOLD MY HAND UNDER IT.

I want to stress that there is nothing wrong with the mug. It's GREAT. It truly is leak-proof. That wasn't the problem.


The problem was that I had left the lid open.


Right now, I'm typing with one hand.