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Aug. 29th, 2005 08:38 amSo far today...
My lunch bag fell over this morning, spilling its contents onto the kitchen floor. The can of root beer that I had just stuffed into it flew free, struck the floor and immediately erupted into a foamy brown geyser. I grabbed it and dashed for the sink as quickly as I could, but not before I'd received a full-pressure blast of root beer in the face. My clothes escaped relatively unscathed, but my face, hair and beard were soaked. So was every other exposed surface in the kitchen.
It was too late for another shower, so I mopped myself down with a wet facecloth and hoped for the best. At least it was sugar-free, so things aren't as sticky as they could have been.
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atara did some cleaning this weekend, and left the bags stacked up on the back porch. On our way out to the car this morning I was grabbing the bags and handing them out to her for the dumpster. The one bag that we really wouldn't want to tear must have hooked on something because it started spilling dirty cat litter all over the porch. I swept it all up before we left, but now our back porch smells like it was home to an incontinent cat.
Against my better judgement I finished that chili thatfetlock gave us on Friday (it was a bit too hot for atara's palate, so I ended up eating the lot of it). It was good chili, but sometime during the night it metamorphosed into a congealed mass of pure evil in my intestines. I'm dreading to find out what it's next move will be...
I didn't exactly dream of WoW last night, but at various points in my dreams people had health & mana bars hovering over their heads.
My lunch bag fell over this morning, spilling its contents onto the kitchen floor. The can of root beer that I had just stuffed into it flew free, struck the floor and immediately erupted into a foamy brown geyser. I grabbed it and dashed for the sink as quickly as I could, but not before I'd received a full-pressure blast of root beer in the face. My clothes escaped relatively unscathed, but my face, hair and beard were soaked. So was every other exposed surface in the kitchen.
It was too late for another shower, so I mopped myself down with a wet facecloth and hoped for the best. At least it was sugar-free, so things aren't as sticky as they could have been.
atara did some cleaning this weekend, and left the bags stacked up on the back porch. On our way out to the car this morning I was grabbing the bags and handing them out to her for the dumpster. The one bag that we really wouldn't want to tear must have hooked on something because it started spilling dirty cat litter all over the porch. I swept it all up before we left, but now our back porch smells like it was home to an incontinent cat.Against my better judgement I finished that chili that
fetlock gave us on Friday (it was a bit too hot for atara's palate, so I ended up eating the lot of it). It was good chili, but sometime during the night it metamorphosed into a congealed mass of pure evil in my intestines. I'm dreading to find out what it's next move will be...I didn't exactly dream of WoW last night, but at various points in my dreams people had health & mana bars hovering over their heads.
