I don’t know if it was because I’d had a great work out or if I just had too much on my mind or if it was too cold or what, but sleep was just not happening for me. And it was weird because I wasn’t having that frustrated “OMG, I can’t sleep” feeling.
When my alarm finally went off, I was deep in dreamland, but woke up feeling rested so I know I slept.
I then proceeded to spill …
The coffee beans.
The coffee. (I guess I didn’t tighten the cafetera properly.)
As I looked for tacitas to pour the cafe into, all I saw was one, on the higher shelf. I was a bit confused because it was one of a set that sits on the counter. I grabbed it and … the word “spill” does not correctly convey what happened. The tacita had still been full of yesterday’s cafe, which was now all over:
Hey, if I’m going to bathe in cafe, I BATHE in cafe.
Abuela (oblivious): Oye, chica, porque tardas tanto con el cafe?