ew. just…ew.

If you’re a coffee drinker, then you know there’s something magical about that first cup of coffee in the morning.

And how messing that up can ruin Christmas.

This morning, I ran a pot of coffee while I did a few other chores, and then prepared two cups. One for me in my favorite The Little Prince cup that holds just enough for me to get a little extra in before it starts to cool, and a giant cup for my honey.

In goes the half-n-half for the master of the house. In goes the delicious coffee, swirling into a lovely caramel color in his cup, and black as night into mine.

Then, in what I can only describe as a moment of horror reserved for late-night B movies, I watch myself, in black and white slo-mo, put…not one, but TWO heaping teaspoons of sugar into MY cup.


So I poured the unsweetened but lightened coffee into a new mug, and fixed my Love his cup, the guy who likes a little coffee in his sugar. And I traded The Little Prince for Spider-Man.

My feng shui is shot.