Some of you may already know this and will undoubtedly be wondering why I'm such a moron. Then, you will look back on some of my earlier posts and conclude that the Village Idiot is in good company when he hangs out with me. (See, Photo Essay, previously).
This morning I am up very early and preparing for a trial. Don't get all excited; I'm not sure it's going to go well for my client. I'm lying on the couch trying to minimize standing/sitting time because I know my ankles will be cankles by the end of the day, and I'd prefer to start off with one part of my body still skinny.
I'm researching some law and drinking hot tea. Both the researching and the hot tea are going well for several minutes when I apparently forget the rudimentary skill of swallowing (that's what she said!), choke on large gulp of hot beverage, and worry that I'm going to have to give myself CPR. The timing is great, however, as the Colonel and I just took a CPR class on Tuesday, so I might have been able to save myself.
Instead of choking, I managed to cough up this very large gulp of hot beverage. I coughed it up all over myself, onto my chest and shirt, into my hair (of course, just washed), and running down my belly. Thankfully, I have no belly button, so there was no residual pooling in the area. Small blessings, right?
I'm going to hope that was today's major fumble. Wish me luck!
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