Thanks, guys!!!
True story...
Weeze brought me coffee.
Weeze: Is that the last of your coffee?
Me: Yup.
Weeze: Good thing it's your birthday, huh?!?
Me: YES!!! (I asked her to order me some beans for my bday)
I went to give her a hug and knocked over my insulated, lidded cup and spilled it all over my desk and the floor. That was the last cup of good coffee left.
So now I'm going to drink heartburn Folger's for the rest of the day.
