Oh dear, sorry about that

Ever have one of those days?

 

You're going along fine, minding your own little piddly business, not a great day, but not a bad one.

 

You get home and try to nap on the couch only to be woken multiple times, and finally woken by a flop and kicking of the couch you're sleeping on, because a certain someone isn't getting their way.

You're so eternally grateful for a reason to escape the house after dinner, and yet feel guilty for leaving grumpy someone in someone else's hands. You arrive at the coffee shop early, begin enjoying your orange jasmine tea, and have yourself a coughing fit or two. This is nothing new, as the coughing has been happening for about two weeks now, and is going around your household.

Your lovely friends arrive that you haven't seen in weeks, and you all begin updating each other on the various paths life has taken, whose kids are doing what, and OMG DID YOU HEAR WHAT HER NEIGHBOR DID?! One of your dear friends begins telling a story about the history of her 20 year old car and how it's come to barely have 60k miles on it. Not a funny story, but not a sad one or anything.

You decide to take another drink of that delicious orange jasmine tea, and just as you prepare to swallow, you body decides it's time to cough, and there's nary a thing you can do about it.

Spraying three of your best friends with your germ laden tea is not what you imagined when you thought about this time with them! Thankfully, you have amazing friends, who laugh about it, forgive you and help you clean your spittle off everyone.

If you can't spit on your friends and have them laugh about it, they aren't your friends.