My first mini-disaster... Though not DIY related

I was making some espresso so I could have a latte this morning and just as I was taking the coffee pot off the stove, I dropped it. And it went EVERWHERE. On me, on the stove, on the Rayburn, on the floor, in the cat food (I hope they like coffee...). It was one of those moments when everything moves in slow motion. Including me. Had I moved slightly faster, I might have been able to rescue some of the coffee and reduce the amount of clean up. Unfortunately, I stood there in a dumb stupor and just watched as it spread and dripped everywhere. For some reason I thought that if I swore enough it would make it stop, but I can now confirm that this does not work. At all.

It amused the cats, though. When I stopped swearing ineffectually, I looked around and all three of them were staring at me. And laughing. You might not believe cats can laugh, but let me tell you, they can. Knowing bastards. And their idea of helping me clean up the mess? Walking through the coffee and leaving little kitty shaped coffee paw prints all over the kitchen.

Awesome.