More than once, I have commented on the permanency and dangers of the internet (seriously – not erasable – no do-overs!).
More than once, I have commented on the joys and importance of coffee (seriously – pre-coffee conversation is risky at best).
Never before however have I felt the need to expose the steamy underside of the coffee world. (Get it? Steamy?)
The coffee cup world to be more precise.
Last night, I went to a meetup. It was the fabulous Cincinnati blogger meetup (yes, I’m a Geek). We gather about once a month to marvel over the joys of bloggership and learn fantastic geeky new tricks that mostly we never use.
Susan, our Hostess with the Mostest, provides snacks and beverages (adult and otherwise). Yay, Susan!
The phrase “Hostess with the Mostest” is originally from the show Call Me Madam and may (or may not) refer to Perle Mesta.
“Might there still be coffee in that carafe?” I asked, pointing.
“Possibly,” she said making a face, “but I doubt it’s still hot. You can microwave it.” And then, “the mugs are in the cabinet over your head…no, to the right…there you go. Just grab one.”
So I did and filled said mug.
The coffee was (surprisingly) warm and I drank it (unsurprisingly) happily.
After a minute, Susan looked over and started to giggle.
I was pretty sure I hadn’t (yet) spilled coffee on myself so I looked up questioningly.
“Um, I hate to tell you,” she said, “but there’s something on the bottom of your cup.”
“Huh?” I asked insightfully thinking to myself ‘I’m pretty sure I haven’t put the mug down in the cake frosting (yet).’
I lifted the mug to look.
I’m having a moment.