I love hot cocoa. It's so warm and wonderful and delicious.
You know what I don't love? Spilling the hot cocoa all over myself because I'm just a giant spaz who apparently can't handle the task of lifting a mug up to her lips and sipping its contents without incident.
I now have hot cocoa drippage all over my chin, chest, and t-shirt. My dog is hovering about, trying to lick off what he can as I desperately try to push him away (dogs and anything chocolately do not mix), and sadly, I don't know what bothers me more: the fact that I'm spastic, the fact that I've clearly stained my shirt, or the fact that I now have fewer sips of warm, wonderful, delicious cocoa to enjoy.
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