Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for August 05, 2022

I think the word you meant to say, Gracie, is clumsy.

No need to cry over spilled whatever-that-is.

Spills happen. It’s how you handle them that makes the difference between couth and uncouth. “Jeeves! I spilled my $%^&* tea!” lacks elegance.

Perish the thought, Gracie! It was a lucky spitball shot from George that hit the cup…

What a sloppadone!

Had that a couple days ago, any liquid I came near spilled. I feel for you Gracie.

Ooopsie

Mmm, could be…

Nah.. hold your head high and blame someone else.

Last week I watched a coffee cup slide off a saucer, as I was standing up with it. It was very elegant in slow motion right up to the point where it shattered on the concrete. :)

Gracie needs to do a little less wondering and faster jumping away, or her lovely robe will be ruined by seeping coffee. I read a funny Reddit story about a little boy who manages to pull the tablecloth with the chocolate fountain forward enough so his evil stepmother’s bustle becomes covered in chocolate. She spent her reception with a faux p**p stain on her wedding gown.

George: What time is it Gracie.