All the humorous things in our lives seem to center around two things: Our children – or coffee.
I’m not sure why coffee is funny. We really love to drink coffee – and it should be a serious subject – one of reverence and awe – but instead we have so many stories while drinking (or spilling) it that make this impossible.
Years ago – when our children were quite small – I think Shawn was about 4 or 5 and Ashlee about 9 or 10 – we were on an airplane coming back from Fairbanks, Alaska and airplanes being what they are – split our family up into two groups – Greg and Shawn directly across the aisle from Ashlee and me – with Greg and me on the aisle.
Pretty soon – the beverage service came by and filled our drink orders. Greg had to have coffee (of course) and very proudly set the HOT beverage on his pull down tray in front of him – with a 4 year old next to him in the seat. You will need to use your imagination next – to see 4 year old Shawn having a ‘kick fest’ next to Greg’s tray. He was being a normal little active boy 🙂 After a few minutes I was zoning out – even dozing a little when I felt a tap on my shoulder from across the aisle. It was Greg. And instead of telling me his issue – he pointed to the spilled coffee on his tray – and the nice little puddle that was accumulating from the tray down his pant leg and into his sock and tennis shoe. Yes – the coffee was steaming HOT and so all he could do from his present position was look at me and mouth “Ow”. It was HILARIOUS!
But that was years ago right? And Greg has had many opportunities over the years for getting me back – for laughing at him (remember the Ashlee throw-up story?) so many times. A few years ago Greg decided to buy for himself a little Chevy truck – an S-10 to be exact. It’s cute – (Greg says sexy – how can a truck be sexy?) and little and I hate it. I hate it because it does not like me and bounces all over the road like a little puppy all eager to just go!! The suspension in that vehicle is HIDEOUS and I really hate driving in it ESPECIALLY when drinking anything! We will go through a drive thru coffee place and get a coffee and then because of all the bumps and the truck being so sensitive to those bumps – my coffee goes ALL OVER THE PLACE – usually all over my clothes. I hate it. I hate the truck. And I hate him. Yup. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
So the other night – Greg was working late in Seattle with a buddy in the truck – and they decided to stop for coffee to keep them going into the ‘wee hours’. They ordered their coffee and then drove off into the dark Seattle night. Because both guys had their hands full – they did not see the need for putting their coffee in the ‘cup holders’ nicely provided in the cab of the truck for them. No – they are MANLY and decided to hold onto them. Well like I said – it WAS dark and Greg couldn’t see the shape of the road in front of him and pretty soon they found themselves on the bumpiest road EVER!! And with each little ‘bump’ the coffee from Greg’s cup came spurting out of his cup and onto his ‘lily-white’ hand. Can you say, “Ouch”? I knew you could. (tee hee) It made me smile in some weird twisted pleasured way – just to hear about HOT coffee spilling out and cascading down his hand – when he has had NO sympathy for me! In fact – he always insinuates that it’s NOT his precious truck’s fault – but MINE! So I took great delight in coffee spilling on him too ☺ Yes – I’m a brat – but a very sweet and loving brat ♥
It’s so lovely when things like this happen. It validates me and makes me smile ☺
Have a wonderful day – and try not to spill any coffee ☺
Comments on: "Coffee and Other Things That Go Squish In The Night" (14)
Trucks are sexy in a male-sexy sort of way, not in a female-sexy sort of way. When I’m driving and one of my kids have a drink I always like to try and hit the gas, a bump or the breaks just at the right time. I think it’s funny. Not so much them. They wising up to me now, though, and it’s harder to catch them at it. I know. My kids are going to need serious therapy when they leave home.
I don’t get it Ron. Sexy in a man sort of way? What would be the point of that? And you men say women are confusing. Uh huh. Greg would disagree with you though and say he doesn’t go over the bumps on purpose so that coffee will go all over me – at least he’s not admitting it – and he is the perfect gentleman usually so I think I believe him. But you? Ron!! Your kids are one thing – we parents live to torture, embaress and humiliate our kids (the Colin video is case and point) but you should know better, Pastor Almberg than doing that on purpose to your wife!! At least don’t make the mistake of admitting it or you would soon be a very dead man – as I’m sure Kelly would NEVER let you forget it!!
I always carry the grocery. If I were to take my husband grocery shopping, we’d go broke. Tee Hee.
Kenya AAA coffee beans are my favorite. I love this coffee. Have a great Friday.
I will have to try that coffee Gloria! You have a great weekend too!
Oh you make me giggle! I could just see it the way you described it. Too funny. My dh doesn’t have a truck but he likes to zip in and out of traffic and often catches me at the wrong time. I especially love it when we have groceries in the back! So guess who carries the EGGS?
Haha! Yes eggs can be very troublesome too!
Should probably stick to iced coffee when in the truck. It could save your marriage! lol
Yes – that’s important! I will remember that – Iced coffee only when driving in that STUPID TRUCK!!!
LOL! I so relate to this story, Cindy. I don’t know if you recall Rick’s little beige truck. I too hated that thing. He thought it was manly. But I gladly called it, “Wick’s Wittle Twuck.” I also gladly baptized that thing in coffee many times. The only good thing about that truck was it permanently smelled of coffee.
I just knew you ladies would be able to relate with this story and feel my PAIN!!! That’s a pretty hilarious name for Rick’s truck, Denise! Oh Wow!!
He hated me for it. ROFL
Yeah – well it DOES serve them right – little trucks indeed!
Yes, my husband has one of those cute little no-suspension trucks that I hate also…except it saves us gas money. I can relate, esp. about the coffee and anything else that bounces – ya know? Can get very painful after a while! Thanks Cindy
We women can ALL RELATE can’t we??? Yes – it is painful! Thanks Diane!