Caffe ow lait
Don't you hate it when you've made one of the best coffee of your week and drinking it while sitting on a cream couch and thinking how lucky you are that your flat mate actually left one cup when she moved out yesterday even though she took all the bowls, cutlery and all the cooking equipment, she was kind enough to leave that one strange, cafe au lait glass with it's stainless holder so you could have your soothing milky coffee without burning your fingers and while sitting in front of the heater on such a comfy couch and then you hear a strange sound that you know as soon as you hear it but in the time it takes to have that thought the bottom of your strange little cafe au lait glass in it's funny little stainless holder drops it's bottom followed almost instantly with it's scalding hot goodness all over your front and down your legs and all over the creamy fabric of the couch?
Yeh, me too.
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It didn't involve my own upholstery, but it was a shockingly hot coffee all over my lap.
Stupid little cups in their stupid multi-piece format.
no wonder the cup got left behind.
What amazed me *most* was I knew that sound of the glass cracking the moment I heard it - and the crack of the glass where the base left the body was perfectly smooth.
Now I have to try and get the bloody tight but (now) clean couch cover back on the sofa before the flatmate comes on Saturday to a) move it and b) discover what i did (wouldn't go down very well)