Coffee Saga, Episode Bazillion
I am delighted to be back in my studio. Truly. However. There are a few things that remain to be finished before it is finished. (Why did you schedule the movers if it wasn't finished, you might ask. Good question. Answer: I had misplaced my confidence, without good cause, in the contractor's assurances.) Anyway. The point is, the floors are not sealed yet. Which means I must stop and clean up every time I spill something. Every time I spill something. Do you have any idea of how many times a day that is? I can hear the maniacal laughter of all who have ever wished me ill.
I have my revenge, though. I extract entertainment out of it.
If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, you know I've anointed various areas of my studio with coffee several times. Full disclosure, I only shared about half of the spills--tragedy can get mundane with repetition, and I didn't want to bore you.*
Don't get me wrong; I'm loving the space. The contractor did a lovely job re-configuring the space for me, and I'm happy, so it feels wretched to complain. So I won't. I'll just spill coffee on him when I hand him the final check.
Warmest regards,
Rachel
Only Slightly Vengeful
*A good friend suggested I use cup with a sippy lid, but one of the pleasures of coffee is the ceramic mug, so this is a no-go for me. I have chosen my destiny.
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