Saturday, February 4, 2017

I Think My Family "Invited" Me Over To The Dark Side This Christmas

This has been my Every Morning Coffee Cup:

It's the shiny happy mug I use to pour caffeine directly into my brain.
(Yes. Yes, that is exactly how coffee works. It's scientifically proven.)

But apparently, this Christmas, Fred and Ginger thought it was time for a change- a new outlook on life. You know the life. That life at 6:30 am where small bodies are dragged, protesting, out of the warmth of their book filled beds. You know, the vulnerable mom life.

In order to bring about this change, Fred and Ginger placed this under the Christmas tree for me:


Now, I realize, the difference between the two mugs is rather slight. So, I'll do a side by side comparison, just for:



(Bonus: There are five differences between these two pictures! Find them!!πŸ˜ΊπŸ’• Or, you know. *sigh* Don't. You could just play 'Here we go gathering Nuts in May' with the end part of an ants' nest. It's all the same....)

And now, each morning, I wake up to the caffeine whispering, directly into my brain (see link above), "Use the force, Martha". And I mumble the age old space ship influenced philosophical reply into the coffee pot, "Which side?"

Because, it must be chosen, mustn't it?

I mean, is it even really possible to walk the thin line between the butterfly and rainbow filled skies of the light side while also sipping from the dark, looking upon it all with indifference and, dare I say, a lack of enthusiasm? Once I drink from the mug, won't I always carry the dark side's influence within me, even if it takes decades for me to realize it?

Like Luke Skywalker.



I realized!

Wait. A. Minute!

This isn't some Grey Jedi mind trick coffee mug.



This. Is now my football watching mug.πŸ™ŒπŸ˜»πŸ‘

And so, this Saturday Sunday, as all around me people raise out of their seats, yelling in vivacity as their team ball is projectiled in some fashion into one of the net? or post??...things they set up on either side of their grassy playing area, I will be able to raise my mug, with the proper amount of enthusiasm I keep in my heart for sporting events.

Do the thing.
Win the points.

I received a threat friendly email from Ginger reminding me of the birthday present she sent me earlier this year. Again, lovingly.

So. Apparently. This is how I will be dressed while raising my mug on Super Foot Ball Sunday:

For reals. Because Ginger does Cross Fit now and I'm pretty sure she can substitute out her medicine ball for my inert body during her Wallball sets. Like the Firebreather she is.