Jessie Jean - 1: Tea - 1

Looking back, it always seems like the best posts that I update here are the ones that I recount an event of me spilling something on either myself or something I own. Well today, I win, because I did both. Although looking at it from the outside looking in, I guess it would more likely be classified as a fail rather than a win.

I win at failing.

There we go. That's Jessie Jean in a nut shell.

So anyway. As I am going about my own business on this late summer night, I decided that while studying, some yummy and hot Earl Grey tea sounded mighty perfect. After brewing some hot water and steeping the bags, I settled down at my computer, taking notes from my previously taken notes as well as a set of slides that had been supplied by my professor.

I was making great time. Copying things down once again to further solidify its place in my mind for the quiz I have tomorrow. And every once in a while, I would set down my pen and pick up my nice ceramic mug of tea and bask in its warmth and sweet taste.

On one occasion, however, I managed to have my notes on my lap in front of me as I was angled away from my computer, but still was succeeding in getting the information I needed from both sources for my new little notecards. Keeping my pen in hand, I decided to grab for my mug as I read a post over again, trying to decipher its meaning into something I could easily remember. As I drew the mug upwards to my lips and tilted it ever so slightly, I found my lips empty of the warm goodness of the tea, but felt an unexpected and surprisingly warm sensation on my bust and then on my stomach.

Acting quickly, I realized that because my full attention wasn't on the mug and my hand, I manged to miss my lips by about a good inch and a half. Now, I didn't think that my hand eye coordination in a peripheral sense was THAT bad, but apparently I was compeltely proven wrong.

I kept calm enough not to jump up and get the caramel colored tea all over my carpet, but let loose a few choice words in the moment, and looked down disgusted as my immaculately-written-out notes were now running together against a dull brown stained background.

I do have to say, however, that my timing couldn't have been more perfect. Had I done it about twenty minutes before hand, I would have a few scald burns on my upper torso that would match the ones on my fingers that I received while preparing the tea, and probably wouldn't have spared my carpet in the "heat" of the moment. (Yes, that was a very well-placed, albeit corny, pun. Back off, it's almost 1:30 in the morning and I'm running off of very little sleep as is).

To top it all off, in classic Jessie Jean style, I happened to be wearing not one, but two white shirts, which of course both fell victim to the caramel colored intruder. They are now soaking in a nice bath of cold water and stain treatment.

Take that, tea! You may have managed to strike against me, but I was MORE than capable to handle you and your powers of evil.