I have a bad habit of wandering around with cups of coffee, putting them down, and forgetting about them. Kids, phones, man, doorbell – I get sidetracked and won’t remember the Starbucks cup 1/3 full that was sitting on a shelf in the laundry room, or linen closet.
This morning, I went to my room to do my makeup. Put my hot cop of coffee down on the dresser. Apply makeup. Reach for cup. Swig.
Lift lid on ancient coffee.
2″ green mould.
The good news? If I had syphilis before, I won’t have it now.