I’m not one to inherently feel older after a birthday, but I think 28 is having an affect on me.
On Monday I was SO sleepy, so sluggish, so creaky and achy, so edgy – with absolutely no just cause whatsoever.
It’s 28.
But that’s not the biggest side effect of 28.
Apparently, one “perk” of turning 28 is to start spilling things more often than a toddler.
Don’t believe me? Let me recap:
Saturday; Day Two of being 28 years old:
Chris and I were eating dinner in Chattanooga. I had lemonade. While we were eating dessert, I managed to somehow knock my (very full) glass. It spilled lemony goodness all over the table, dessert, and my lap, which of course seeped onto my butt, on my legs, shoes, AND my purse.
And of course we were in a nice restaurant. A very full one. With people who liked to laugh at others, sitting just across the aisle from us.
Lovely.
Sunday Morning: Day Three of new age:
We’re having breakfast at the B&B. The General Himself is sitting at our table talking to us. I pick up the carafe to pour myself some more coffee. I leave my cup on the table and begin to pour.
However, the trajectory of the spout was grossly under-estimated on my part.
I vigorously pour coffee two inches past my cup – and straight onto Chris’ knee, leg, and feet. And, because things like this always happen in slow motion, it seemed like I KEPT pouring for a couple of seconds before I was jolted back to reality by his attempts-at-letting-out-a-manly-yelp-in-front-of-The-General.
He mumbled something about it being quite hot while I apologize profusely and dab at his leg.
Sunday Night: STILL Day Three:
Chris and I are getting ready to go to bed from our cozy spots on the couch. I go to sit up, and my blanket jumps off of my legs and attacks my drink on the coffee table. Knocks it over, of course. Onto the blanket, coffee table, floor, and me.
All of this spillage definitely brings back a deja vu of my office days. It seems like I had a talent for doing a lot of this:
Except that MY coffee was always sticky with creamer and sugar.
I spent many a morning frantically shaking my keyboard upside down and splattering the office carpet with coffee in hopes of getting all of the gooeyness out of it before it stuck my E key, thrby causing all of my sntancs to look lik this.
In fact, I am pretty sure that if I remember correctly, I spilled my full cup of hot coffee on my boss-who-hated-coffee’s keyboard within a few weeks of starting my job, at the too-young-to-be-drinking-coffee-anyway age of 16.
(Sue? Remember that? Thanks for not killing me on the spot.)
Eh, maybe it’s not 28 after all.
Maybe it’s just me.
Twenty-eight's nothin', Young'n! It has to be you! :-)
Funny post. Glad you had a good time at the B & B, spills and all.
By the way, how in the world did you meet sweet Rhoda from Southern Hospitality? And, yes, I wish you and I could meet that easily for lunch as well. Sigh…
Funny post, I was having deja vu..it all sounded like stuff that happens to me. What can I say I am not the most graceful person.
I'm going to start blaming 34 for my clumsiness. :)
You're a wee lil'babe still. If you're spilling, it is time to examine other causes besides age. It could be a shift in the Earth's gravitational field or an invisible gremlin. Either is a viable option.
Such a baby still. Twenty-eight sounds SO young as I am about to turn 37!
Should I have gotten you a Mommy Sippy Cup for your birthday?
I'm so glad to be blogging again. I missed your humor! Hey 28's not so bad I've been there for nearly a year now!
Yikes! I hate spilling things…but it is better than breaking things. I really hate breaking things. Hopefully 28 doesn't do that to me…I am having enough trouble at 27! :)
It's a "Rachel" thing. I spilled something everyday at lunch the first week at my first REAL job. Sometimes, it wasn't even my food/drink I spilled. . .how embarrassing. . .
Why do the lemony drinks always have to spill…THERE!
So sorry to hear.
Just wait til 30.
Sigh.
Twenty eight is not the cause. having so much on your mind and not paying attention is the cause.
As G'ma always told me "It's not your fault honey, you have memory overload."
Girl, it only gets worse. I don't even remember 28!
just wait to the big 40 comes around. when i hit 40 i don't know what happen and that has been two years ago. 42 and chasing a six year old. sounds like fun and I love every minute of it.
HAHAHA!! I'm 29 and I do that kind of thing ALL THE TIME…I had an entire week of dumb stuff like that a couple of weeks ago!
Poor Chris, at least the hot coffee went down his leg and not into his lap :)
If you have coffee tonight, I'll make sure I'm at a safe distance!
You know this is going to get just a leetle bit worse every year from here on out.
lol…might just be you….but then again, it sounds a lot like me! lol!