So my beautiful Kuerig decided to not work yesterday, or today. So I stopped by the gas station before I dropped my kids off at school and brought a big, huge cup of hot steamy goodness.
Dropped the boys off and went to back up/u-turn as I usually do when I heard something to turn over. You cannot imagine the fear I felt as my very.first.thought was ‘Oh $h!t, my coffee!’
Not, damn my (open) purse. Or, crap I hit something/someone. Nope, my biggest fear was for my coffee spilling. I need a serious intervention.