Decaffeinated coffee

I remember when I was a kid, I wanted to drink coffee and be a grown-up lady like my mom. Every once in a while, Mom would make me a cup of coffee that was more milk than coffee, but I had the opportunity to pretend that I was 'grown up.'

Emma loves McCafe's and the Starbucks chocolate fudge chunk something or another coffee. She talked me into buying caffeine free coffee bags so she can make her own specialty coffee at home. She makes it and drinks only about a third of the cup.

Today I was napping on the couch and she asked me if she could make a decaf. I told her "Sure." She's done it before. She puts water in the microwave, takes it out, adds the coffee bag, chocolate, and milk or creamer. Not a big deal, until today.

Like I said I was napping on the couch. I was awakened by Emma, screaming at the top of her lungs... "MO-O-O-O-O-O-M, THERE'S A FIRE IN THE MICROWAAAAAAAVE!!!!!!" I jumped up, started running, hit the kitchen floor, and fell flat. I am not a Weeble. I wobbled, hit the floor, and tried to get up but I was unable to. My feet were moving, my hands were moving, my butt was up in the air. That is how I made it across the dining area and kitchen. The fire was a teeny tiny flame that burned itself out. It was enough to scare the crap out of an 8-year-old.

Seems as though I never told her not to use the silver Starbuck's travel mug in the microwave. Six hours later, the knee and hip I landed on hurt, and I must have twisted my back because that hurts too.