I am typing this post from one of our laptops because of yesterday's little incident.
I was holding Gretchen & spinning us ever so softy, back & forth in the comfort of my new office chair. I was also enjoying a nice mug of coffee, which was sitting in front of my keyboard, on my desk. Then, in slow motion it seemed, Gretchen stretched an arm out & as we spun by -- sploosh -- coffee in the keyboard, on the desk, on my mouse, soaked up by the mouse pad, splashed on my monitor, narrowly missing my camera (phew), on the carpet, in my lap & on the baby (don't worry, it was warm, but not hot).
I'm sure some expletives spewed forth as I called upon Ryan to rescue me from all of the liquid. He then entertained Gretchen while I sopped coffee up from every inch of my office, or so it seemed.
Needless to say, my keyboard is a little sticky & may need replacing, so I'll be on my laptop for a little while.
However, I am a girl who enjoys her coffee & no matter how many keyboards I destroy I will probably never have a "no coffee at my desk" rule.
You just can't put limitations coffee enjoyment. No, no. It wouldn't be right.