Monday, December 18, 2006

Damn you, Gravity!

  1. Last night I was so tired, but I needed a snack. I would have happily just taken a pill to stop being hungry -- I didn't even feel like chewing and swallowing.
  2. But I went to get a granola bar out of the pantry when in my holiday, slightly hypoglycemic, post-virus haze I knocked a jar of hot chili oil out off of the shelf and onto the floor where the lid popped off.
  3. Although the jar didn't break the oil did run all over the floor including under the refrigerator!
  4. I cleaned up as well as I could. I used an old chopstick to force a paper towel under the fridge to get the oil up, after spraying the hell out of the area with clear Windex.
  5. Then, exhausted and defeated, I ate my granola bar and went to bed.
  6. But this morning our house smelled like a cheap Noodle shop, which isn't exactly what I had in mind for the holidays. My mom offered to take the kids so I could mop the floor.
  7. Fortunately the story has a happy ending. I had forgotten to take out the trash, which was full of chili oil soaked paper towels. So after mopping and trash removal (and a thorough trash can cleaning) nearly 24 hours later my one stupid mistake was finally behind me.

1 comment:

Lumpyheadsmom said...

Gravity IS a harsh mistress.