Sometimes I am so overjoyed at the prospect of my first cup of coffee in the morning that I shower the rim of the mug with tender little kisses before taking a sip.
My slippers cost $100. I am neither proud of this, nor unproud of it.
I do not care if unproud is not a word, although I am a bit concerned about the comma in the previous sentence.
In the first sentence of this post, I refer to "my first cup of coffee." This is misleading. The usage of "first" implies there is to be a second or third. In reality, I rarely have more than one cup of coffee. As the readership can see, however, it is a very large cup of coffee.
One might say my coffee cup is as big as my foot. Or one might not.
I dislike removing toenail polish.
While not entirely obvious in today's photo, the soles of my slippers are fashioned from sturdy rubber and will, in fact, not slip (a determining factor in their purchase). Hence, my slippers are essentially unslippers.
Fortunately for the readership, Lil' OB entered the Offices of Erin O'Brien while I was taking the photo for today's post and said as I pointed the camera at my feet, "So this is what it's like being a famous writer," effectively bathing my life in truth and prompting an end to this post.
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