Eye Fly On Sundays

First thing this meowning, I got poked in the EYE.

(by a cute puppy who wanted up on the bed.

She isn't tall enough so she puts her front paws

on the edge of the bed.

Only this time she got my eye.

On the corner edge. Still hurts.)

When I got up, I made coffee.

 Smelled d lic.

Like only the first cup in the meowning can.

After a while, I noticed that I might be

enjoying a bit of a FLY in my coffee.

Could just be crunchy coffee

One can wish.

So, it's a second cup for me.

Oh well, the cup it was in is pretty.

One of the fancy tea cups I bought a  few weeks ago.

So, it's a Poke in the EYE

and a FLY in my coffee.

It's not even six thirty yet.

Can't wait to see what the rest of the day will be like.

Is this a good luck thing ?

~ JC ~

(my eye still hurts. she got me with her toe nail

on the corner edge. I can see fine. It just got a bit scratched.

I'll be fine. The coffee. Darn it tasted great. I'm not sure if it was a fly but not taking any chances. Second cup is good too. The cup is a rose one that I got at Marshall's a few weeks ago. Kind of fancy looking but who knows who got in it. )