I'll never know why I took the spoon into the bathroom with me when I went to do my hair... but I'm telling you, it saved my life.
"But how does a spoon save your life?"
You poor, blundering, naive soul. Spoons have wisdom.
See, I was sitting there lamenting the foot of snow on my car and saying to no one in particular, "If it doesn't warm up, I'm going to die of hypothermia."
The spoon, in its infinite wisdom, said, "Don't die! Think of all you have to live for!"
Well, that spoon got me thinking. I do have a lot to live for. I have a wonderful boyfriend, I have intelligent and loyal friends, I have a family that loves me. I told this to the spoon.
The spoon said, "No, silly! Coffee." It then lept from the bathroom sink, danced into the kitchen, dove into the sugar bowl, administered a healthy dose of glucose to my morning coffee, and spun merrily until the substances were blended.
Crazy? I was crazy once...
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