My intention this morning was to write about a delicious Mexican'ish casserole I made last night loosely based on this recipe.
That is until this happened:
Spilled coffee. All over the car.
Here's the kicker: There isn't coffee all over my car. There is coffee all over Andrew's car.
I contemplated taking my car to work as I always do, but then I realized I have no gas. So I decided to thieve his car while he was sleeping. Not cool, I know.
...then proceeded to spill a $5 coffee all over it.
I'm not sure if I'm more sad that I spilled my coffee and have to resort to drinking the office slop we loosely refer to as coffee, or more scared of the fact that I may be murdered when I get home from work today.
Either way, if that's not karma I dunno what it is.