hot sticky chocolate

I think we need to change the name of hot chocolate to hot sticky chocolate. If it can have one preceeding adjective, why not two??


My story begins yesterday.

setting the scene: It is the beginning of the second week of school. I am wearing work attire which includes fancy slacks, a sweater, and flip flops [a change from heels for the long walk from parking to class]. It is a cold day, overcast skies, but the Student Center is bustling with students.

the fall: In my effort to multitask, I begin texting students for last night's small group. I walk down the path to the crosswalk crossing the main entrance to UH. I begin crossing the road and low and behold, the road is uneven. I began to tumble, but that slow motion tumble where you keep trying to free your foot from whatever it is caught on, but you arent able to and fall. There was no redeeming qualities about my fall. It was not graceful. I did not say the right thing to those who helped me. I was embarrassed and shocked. My slacks were torn, my knee was bleeding, as was my foot and my hip. My palms were scraped raw. It was not my best moment.


Today.

setting the scene: It is another cold day. I get to work slightly late, but not too bad. It is a cold morning, and my hunkering for a warm liquid as greater than usual.

the fall: I come set everything up at my desk, and then go make hot chocolate. I do this because it takes about a half hour for my hot chocolate to cool usually, so it goes through the process while I check email and the like. I place the hot chocolate in front of my keyboard as to once again multitask, and blow it cool while I type. It is an art I have perfected. In my excitement of checking facebook, I swing my arm forward to type and send my hot sticky choclate flying across my keyboard and my computer. It was a bad scene. I spent the next two hours cleaning my keyboard out, one key at a time. At the end, I realized three keys had been fatally wounded. My backspace, the one below it, and my Enter. They have since began to work to my delight.

The point of the story being: when you are cleaning hot chocolate from every key of your keyboard... you begin to realize that 'hot' isnt an inclusive adjective for its qualities. The name should then be changed to hot sticky chocolate.

You with me?