And It Wasn’t My Fault / Y No Fue Mi Culpa

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SO, HERE I WAS, SITTING at my desk working on today’s blog post (it was about Fuengirola fashion) peacefully enjoying the first couple of sips from my oversized mug (beaker) of tea and having just finished breakfast and two slices of San Geraldo’s delicious banana bread. The cats nestled at my feet, making it impossible for me to move my chair, while they waited (not quietly) for their treats.

Suddenly, my oversized mug made a loud POP and I was left holding one piece of ceramic handle. The other piece and the mug were on the rug at my feet (the cats were gone). The tea (thankfully not scalding hot) was all over me (my face, my clothes), the desk, the rug, the floor, the chair next to the desk, the sandals sitting under the chair.

I threw my tea-covered clothes in a pile on the floor. Both cats had flown from the room in a blur before I even grasped what had happened. Dudo immediately returned to inspect (and walk through the puddles of tea). Moose nervously shook the tea off his paws, kept his distance, and watched me clean.

The splatter was even in the hall outside my office. And Dudo noticed it on the wall and closet door (thank you, Dudo).

After I finished cleaning (or so I thought), I discovered it had also flown over my head and behind me. I should have realized that. It was, after all, running down my back.

We have beautiful, normal-sized mugs (beakers) given to us by our friend Jessica. We love them. But in the morning we like A LOT of tea (coffee for San Geraldo) and I hate having to “cook” two cups for each of us. I spotted these mugs at Dunne’s Department Store last year and grabbed them. They were only €6.95 each. Microwave and dishwasher safe. How could I go wrong?

As my sister Dale always said, “You pay for what you get.” You’ve probably heard it as “You get what you pay for.” Well, either way.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to shower. I feel kind of sticky and the milk in my beard is beginning to curdle.

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ENTONCES, AQUÍ ME ESTABA SENTANDO en mi escritorio trabajando en mi blog de hoy (era sobre la moda de Fuengirola) disfrutando pacíficamente de los primeros sorbos de mi taza-de-gran-tamaño de té y acababa de terminar el desayuno y dos rebanadas del delicioso pan de plátano de San Geraldo.. Los gatos se acurrucaron a mis pies, por lo que me era imposible mover mi silla, mientras esperaban (no en silencio) sus aperetivos.

De repente, la taza hizo un fuerte POP y me quedé sosteniendo una pieza de mango de cerámica. La otra pieza y la taza estaban en la alfombra a mis pies (los gatos se habían ido). El té (afortunadamente no hirviendo) estaba sobre mí (mi cara, mi ropa), el escritorio, la alfombra, el suelo, la silla al lado del escritorio, las sandalias debajo de la silla.

Tiré mi ropa cubierta de té en una pila en el suelo. Ambos gatos habían salido volando de la habitación en un borrón incluso antes de que comprendiera lo que había sucedido. Dudo volvió inmediatamente a inspeccionar (y caminar a través de los charcos de té). Moose nerviosamente sacudió el té de sus patas, mantuvo su distancia, y me observó limpio.

La salpicadura estaba incluso en el pasillo fuera de mi oficina. Y Dudo lo notó en la pared y en la puerta del armario (gracias, Dudo).

Descubrí que también había volado sobre mi cabeza y detrás de mí. Debería haberme dado cuenta de eso. Después de todo, estaba corriendo por mi espalda.

Tenemos hermosas tazas de tamaño normal que nos dio nuestra amiga Jessica. Los amamos. Pero en la mañana nos gusta MUCHO té (café para San Geraldo) y odio tener que “cocinar” dos tazas para cada uno de nosotros. Vi estas tazas en el emporio de Dunne el año pasado y agarré eran solo 6,95 € cada uno. Aptos para microondas y lavavajillas. ¿Cómo podría salir mal?

Como mi hermana Dale siempre decía: “Pagas por lo que obtienes”. Probablemente lo hayas escuchado como: “Obtienes lo que pagas”. Bueno, de cualquier manera.

Y ahora, si me disculpan, me voy a duchar. Me siento un poco pegajosa y la leche en mi barba comienza a cuajarse.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

30 thoughts on “And It Wasn’t My Fault / Y No Fue Mi Culpa”

  1. Now that was a close call! Lucky the mug portion didn’t explode. That must have scared the livin’ bejeezes out of you!
    Now to find a couple of less explosive ones.

    1. Jim:
      No explosion at all. The pottery simply gave up the ghost. There’s a really high-end tea shop in town. Maybe they’ve got big mugs. I know they’ve got expensive ones. Should I assume the quality is better?

  2. I guess that’s one way to get your day started.
    And ended. I would have crawled back in bed muttering, ‘If that’s how it’s gonna be, I’ll stay here.’
    Glad you and the kids just got spooked and sticky and nothing more.

    1. Bob:
      Well, I sure didn’t need the rest of the caffeine. But I was surprised how quickly I was over it. The handle popped. The tea flew. I said, “HOLY SHIT!!!” and then I laughed and brought it in to show San Geraldo. Sticky on top of sandy and salty was NOT pleasant. I brought a bit of the beach home with me this morning.

  3. WOW! glad you and the cats were not hurt. and dudo is such a good helper. perhaps beakers of stainless steel next?

    1. anne marie:
      I’ve never seen that happen… when just holding the mug in my hand. Stainless steel… Hmmm… Microwave safe?

    1. David:
      I don’t think the cats had a clue what happened either. They hear a loud noise. They run. Well… I drop a pen, they run. They just run.

  4. Oh drat! However, and most importantly, the pussies weren’t injured – only getting a couple more mental scars to go with accumulated others They probably thought the end of the world had finally come. But not to worry – it’s coming (and soon), though not quite yet.

    1. Raybeard:
      Yes. I was relieved the tea was only warm and not hot (I had added a lot of milk). And you’re right about the mental scars. Moose hasn’t been back in my office since! But just wait until tomorrow morning when he thinks it’s time for a treat. He’ll be over this fast! And oh let’s not even THINK about the world.

  5. Scary. Have a feeling the microwave/dishwasher safe line was bogus. Did you use the microwave to heat the water in the cup? Think it may weaken the structure of some things. Or, as in my situation–had some plates that were supposedly dishwasher safe, but when I took a couple out to put away a couple of weeks ago, they shattered in multiple pieces. Not expensive plates, but disconcerting to say the least. They’d been successfully put in the DW for years, but evidently their time was up. Fortunately, no food on them to explode around the room. Perhaps the cats won’t be quite so anxious to bug you about their treats,,,if exploding cups and skyrocketing tea are the outcome. 🙂

    1. Mary:
      It’s never been in the dishwasher. But it HAS been in the microwave… although not recently. I boiled water in a pan (just like cooking). We’ll see about the cats. I think they’ll be over this come treat time tomorrow. Jeez! I just looked down and spotted tea stains on the inside leg (mirrored) of my desk!

  6. Just the other day, David was taking clean stuff out of the dishwasher, and a large, stoutly built glass exploded in his hand for no apparent reason. Chunky pieces of glass and tiny little slivers all over the kitchen floor. That was very weird. Hidden air pocket in the glass???

    1. wickedhamster:
      We inherited a set of highball glasses (someone cleaning out supplies) that looked very nice. I was putting them away in a china cabinet. Bottom shelf. Dropped one about 2 inches to the marble floor. It exploded. No other way to describe it. Thousands of pieces flew all over the dining room. We got rid of the rest of those. I wonder what causes that.

  7. Scoot, you give me hope (not to mention belly laughs) ! I am adopting you as my big brother, like it or not 🙂 I’m also going to keep an eye on my favorite microwave/dishwasher safe gift mug. Those handles aren’t supposed to get hot in the microwave, are they?

    1. Deedles:
      These mugs have never been in the dishwasher. And they’re not very often in the microwave. I noticed the glaze wasn’t holding up very well (it developed a crackle look) but never thought that would happen. I’m glad I give you belly laughs and hope (share THAT with me). And I’m happy to be your big brother… if only because I’m taller than you. At least I THINK I’m taller than you. You’re not over 6’2″, are you?

      1. Only when I lay down. Otherwise I’m 5’6″. I probably should’ve said older brother, not by much though.

      2. Deedles:
        Well, thank you for not using the word “older”… originally! You can be La Hermanita!

    1. Wilma:
      What was odd was I was more simply surprised than shocked. Moose hasn’t been back in here since. Dudo’s begging me right now (at my feet) to go out in the hall for our early evening adventure. I’m off.

    1. Steve:
      I’d never seen that happen before. Yeah, I think it’s time to retire the matching mug. A shopping spree!!!

    1. Debra:
      I know! And my laptop sits in its case on a shelf right under my desk. The corner of the case got wet, but that was all. Damned lucky there was no serious damage.

  8. You might want to check Le Crueset, or Creuset (I can’t remember). I love the mugs I got from them. I don’t know if they have any that are extra large, but it doesn’t hurt to look.

    Love,
    Janie

    1. Janie Junebug:
      Thanks! I love Le Creuset. Had no idea they had mugs… AND they have a shop at our new outlet mall.

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