coffee... a nice warm hug in the morning

When you're standing at the counter, coffee pot and now-empty mug in front of you, and the feeling of something warm and wet is soaking into your pants and your socks, and you can't seem to do anything about it, it's really nice to have friends. It gets even better when they love you enough to not only wipe up the coffee AND do your laundry for you, but even to let you have another cup of their precious coffee. (If you know Susana at all, this is a huge sacrifice.)

Thank you Susana and Christy for taking care of my tired and clutzy self this morning. What would I do without you? I'd be dirty and wet and helpless. (I exaggerate only a little.)

z.