I always let you know when I have had a new thought or new experience, sometimes profound, sometimes, well, not so much.

So, within the definite scope of the latter, I present to you a recount of my latest new experience as a girl.

I got dressed this morning in a cute pink t-shirt and low-waisted white denim capris, with white pumps. Bleary-eyed and in serious need of my coffee, I flipped on the machine and read some of the newspaper while it did its magic.

When it was ready, I poured the coffee pretty much right to the brim of the cup. Not too bright. I realized that carrying it – especially in heels and down some stairs – would make a big mess, so before I lifted it up, I bent over and took a sip. Then I picked it up and I thought I saw coffee dripping so I carefully held it away from my white pants until it looked safe; then, I took another sip to make some more room in the mug.

And yet, I thought I saw it dripping again. “That’s weird,” I thought, putting the mug down.

“Gawd, “ I said to myself, “It’s in your hair!” Dumb girl that I am, I had dunked a strand of my hair in the coffee as I sipped it, and yes, there now was a beautiful brown splotch on the front of my formerly pristine white jeans.

That’s a first.

Gotta go get the stain out. See ya!