Chapter Twenty-Five
Nothing like spilling coffee down a brand new pair of jeans out of the gate—especially when they’re white.
Nope, my day hadn’t gotten off to the best of starts. I’d slept fitfully and somehow, I recalled dreams filled with cartoon characters, where the callout bubbles that surrounded their heads were filled with quirky sayings that reaffirmed Martin’s warning about drinking coffee after such and such time.
Uh-huh.
I’m sure you can see the irony—after not heeding his warnings the previous night—I’d knocked over the overfilled to-go mug, which had conveniently launched itself directly in the path of the largest white space it could find, a.k.a. the aforementioned jeans. Coffee often has a funny sense of humor that way.
Suffice it to say, I’d also gotten up late and w
