I uttered an expletive tonight.
When I poured myself a rare beer
In a beer glass.
It had the perfect head upon it
And my mouth was verily watering
After a day of work, and visiting the hospital
And more work
(And a bit of learning thrown in for good measure.)
And so I lifted my beer glass from the kitchen counter
My beer, cold
The glass not yet forming condensation
And I got my glass about a foot off the counter and toward myself
Readying to carry it back to the living room
To my laptop
To write this post …
And the bottom dropped cleanly off the glass
Not a shard
Not a splinter to be found
A smooth cut straight off the bottom
As though it had been cut by a master craftsman
(One who obviously hates me)
And so not a drop
Was left in my glass
And now the dog is suffering with beer farts
(Or should I say I am suffering with the dog’s beer farts?)
And I am one glass
(and one beer)
Short of a six pack.
I suppose it could have been worse …
The glass could have lasted until it was hovering over my laptop …
I’ll need suggestions for “Y” words for Monday’s less-than-above-board A-Z post. One word per person, please, and keep it clean. Note that the oldest comments are at the bottom.
This s***ty post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday! Click the following link to find all the awesome posts in the comments, and join in … It’s fun! https://lindaghill.com/2019/04/26/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-27-19/