My tiny little baby story is that I spilled my coffee on myself this morning. I was so excited the barrista added a fourth shot on the house! And then I reached for a sleeve and tipped the cup. I think that last shot hit the road, or counter top. *sigh* And to add insult to injury, my jacket sleeve also received much coffee lovin'. I now smell quite, um, delicious! Almost like a grande, nonfat, 2 raw sugar, quad-shot cappuccino! Jealous?
And just so there's no confusion, the model cup in the photos is my water glass-no coffee present!