Now is as good a time as any to update this blog, considering I managed to spill water all over the front of my top. I'm not getting up until it dries because I look like 'that guy'.. you know, the one we've all seen at the bar who dumped beer all over himself as he staggered around bleary-eyed. At least this doesn't stink or stain.
Producer Aaron, who is so tolerant of my constant rantings, saw my postings on twitter about what I've been calling "Teh Clumsy" (which is basically a staggering disconnect between my brain and every other part of my body) and suggested these genius cups with special lids that stay closed and don't drip.. even upside down. Like an adult sippy-cup.
You do realize I'm one step away from needing a Cheerios bib, right? The husband and I call those bibs with pockets at the bottom "Cheerios bibs" because when he was a kid his favorite thing in the whole world was collecting those little round o's that slipped out of his fingers. Only he was 2. I'm 34. And the visual of me sitting here in the newsroom with my bottle of water on the far shelf behind me while I sport one of those bibs is just too much.
I'm just praying this is the worst of it for me. I know ladies who have preggo horror stories to tell involving things like sneezing or having their waters break in some public place.
I'll wear a bib. Just let Teh Clumsy be the worst of it, please.
Even if I do make a mess of myself.. I won't have to worry about facing anyone publicly until the show (and then in "Stunning HD" which somehow manages to magnify my moles, veins, acne, and other assorted skin issues no matter how much makeup I wear). Normally I do the Square Voices interview about mid-afternoon, but today.. it's all Joe Smith. He was at the square for a story on the Money Bus (look for it at 6:30pm) and was kind enough to kill two birds with one stone by doing the Square Voices interviews for me.
Good. More time for me to dry.
((Update: not even an HOUR after I posted this blog.. I made my way down to the Studio on the Square. I set down my decaf latte and WHAM: my arm magically shoots out with the sole purpose of ruining my day:
I actually sat there and stared at this for a second.. watching the coffee seep into the numbers on my phone. Then I swore a little. Then I took a picture. I'd be lying if I told you I'm not getting a bit frustrated by Teh Clumsy.))