The Mug

More examples of my overall clumsiness, yaaaaaaaaay.
So last Satrday I was home alone and decided

"Dang it! I'm going to be an adult today! I'm going to do my laundry early for once instead of last minute! I'm going to clean every single thing! I'm going to be an adult! And do you know what adults drink? That's right, Tea and coffee"

I personally do not care for either drink but I decided that tea sounded a little more appealing then coffee so I instantly got on making it.

Now, once i had boiled the water and made my tea with more sugar than a human being should ever ingest, I sat down in my living room on my couch and watched a very adult television program.

Haha just kidding I watched Friends.

Anyway, after that I got myself all psyched up to be an adult, mentally preparing myself for the task ahead.

I walked out to the kitchen, my blue mug in hand, and then I tripped. Over a rug. Again.

I flailed for a bit and tried to put my mug in the sink. Instead, I threw it into the sink and it broke.

I was devastated. Not about the mug, I have tons of mugs, but about what the mug represented. Who was I kidding, I couldn't be an adult, I couldn't even drink tea without ruining something.

So sat there and stared at the broken mug for a bit, feeling very sad and sorry for myself. Then I got an idea.

I would fix the mug, therefore fixing my problems with being an adult!

I gathered all the broken pieces and arranged them on my counter in a way so that I would know hot to put it back together. Then I grabbed the Krazy Glue out of my junk drawer and got to work.

There was no glue in the bottle.

After further investigation apparently there wasn't a single drop of glue in my entire house.

I could only take this as the universe not so subtlety suggesting that I would never be an adult no matter how hard I really tried.

That my friends, Is how I ended up on my couch watching Friends and eating cake all Saturday morning, very depressed.