Opening scene:
A fresh cup of coffee, a comfy chair, a faithful laptop.
The Star of the show is yours truly, who lights a morning cigarette as an ancillary treat.
Hot cherry cascades unseen to lap.
Unaware of the impending tragedy, other than an unidentified discomfort, the main character (me) clicks on the icon for the SDMB website.
Oww! Ouch. Owwie!
Fresh cup of coffee desperately poured onto crotch. Fire out.
I am going back to bed and will pretend this never happened.
Guilty as charged.
Now you all know WAY too much about my breakfast habits.
I will retreat until I forget about this. Which will be about next Tuesday or so.
OK. No nefarious action here. Quite mundane. I sleep in the nude and since the coffee timer goes off at 6AM local and…
Oh crap. I am never going to live this down, am I? :smack: