Book of Caty: Spilling My Coffee (DD)
Hi, my beautiful Caty. Your "Mon Mere" in da house. Lol. I was having a weird day yesterday (Sunday, Sept. 11). It was a poignant day for several reasons. Your death on August 29th leading the way for this awkward human to get all roped up in melancholia and buffoonery. I spilled my coffee. I was just sitting down to brunch with your "Mama" Sara when my red Ŧexas Ŧech tumbler proved its literal nature and tumbled. I guess I hadn't placed it properly on my side table, so when I reached for it, it went all "duck-duck-goose" on me and a fountain of coffee splashed all over the floor and new sectional. I wasn't too concerned about the carpet; I hate that carpet and still intend on replacing it with the gobs of boxes of wood flooring that are making themselves at home in the guest room. I wasn't really too fretful over the new couch either, although it was ginormously expensive, I'd gladly give it back and all my worldly possessions to get you
