This is definitely one of those times where common sense tells me to STFU. Let this serve as proof that my mother is indeed correct, I have none. Otherwise, I surely wouldn’t admit that I had an unfortunate episode of vomitus in my closet this morning.

I should have known better. When I start coughing, if it’s more than a couple little hacks, I need to head for a bathroom. But, I was running a little late and performing the morning ritual, the closet stare. Two pair of shoes paid the price.

Thankfully, I am accomplished enough to control the trajectory, sparing my hanging clothes.

K seems to think the really shameful thing is that I laughed about it afterward. Maybe. It’s still funny, though.