Here's how today went, over here... Via text convo with our oldest at some point this afternoon:
Am I the only one who can start with sweeping and end up with a freshly scrubbed kitchen, a bandaged hand, and shopping online for a new olive oil dispenser? That glass was SO sharp, and it definitely seemed like a bad time to... not have secure footing.
Suddenly I was hearing that old Blondie song in my head ONE DAY. OR THE OTHER. I'M GONNA GET YA. I'M GONNA GETCHA GETCHA GETCHA GETCHA, ONE DAY -
(Also huge wail about the fact that I've had that beautiful oil bottle for like 20 YEARS).
*facepalm*
That is crazy! I feel like these things happen to me as well. A few months ago I went to make tea and pulled a mug out of the cabinet only to have it shatter at my feet.....except the handle was still in my hand.
ReplyDeleteIsn't that weird?? It happened so fast. I just remember reaching out quickly to stop it from tipping over, and then suddenly I'm bleeding and the floor has slippery oil everywhere, and I had a flash of me slipping and falling on the glass bottle and I was like "So this is how it ends"... Also I LOVED that bottle. wahhh
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