Story prompt: She tried to save time in the morning by making her iced coffee before she went to bed.

Yeah. Total three, possibly four stooges moment. I put the coffee on and started it. I had my AirPods in, so I didn't hear the splishy-splashing until the song ended, which meant the entire 12 ounces of coffee was all over the counter, because ONCE AGAIN I forgot to put the cup under the spout.

I tossed a cloth over the biggest part of the coffee puddle and realized it had run under the wire bread basket. Not a big deal, the basket has little feet on it, so nothing was wet. The two tiered basket has a handle on the top, which means I have to tilt it to get it out from under the overhead cabinet. As I tilted it, I felt resistance. I looked over just in time to see the 30 ounce insulated tumbler that I had just filled with fresh water tip over. No biggie, that tumbler has a special lid which is sealed, and just has a straw hole, so even if it does tip over, it doesn't spill much, just a dribble. Unless the straw just happens to hit the small shelf next to the stove at just the right angle to pop the entire lid off. If that happens, 30 ounces of water pours out across the countertop and down the side of the stove.

I grabbed another cloth and threw over the crack between the stove and countertop to try and stem the tide. I think all I did was push more water down. I pushed the cloth away from the stove to divert the water, and pulled the stove out. Two or three fuzz puppies rolled out. It was actually much cleaner under there than I'd expected. I fetched the mop, and sopped up the water that had run down, and got the stick vac to try and round up the fuzz puppies roaming around under the table.

That done, I cleaned off the side of the stove (ew. where does all that gunk come from?!?), and pushed it back into its niche.

Meanwhile, the two microfiber cloths I'd flumped on top of the now giant puddle on the countertop had been doing their job of sopping up some of it. It took three wringing outs of each large cloth to get enough water off that I could move everything off the counter. I have a LOT on that counter. Everything had to be picked up, wiped off, and set on a towel on the table. Then I wiped the countertop off a dozen or so more times to get it dry, and dried all the things off and set them back into place.

So now I'm 20 minutes older, two tablespoons of coffee poorer, one countertop cleaner, but I STILL DON'T HAVE ANY FREEKIN' COFFEE!

And I've decided I'm absolutely not going to take my shower tonight to save time, because I'd probably drown!!