Sunday, April 13, 2008

[Insert Cuss Word Here]

Remember last August when a bottle of balsamic vinegar broke on my pantry floor?

It. Happened. Again.

Really, I don't have the words to express how incredibly frustrated/angry/annoyed/etc I was when the bottle broke this morning. But one choice cuss word emitted from my mouth in front of my 8-year-old daughter. That's some fine parenting there.

I contained the spillage and spent the next hour cleaning the pantry, all the time wondering if God was punishing me for not going to church this morning. I don't think He plays that way, but I wondered.

All I know is balsamic vinegar is my kryptonite.


Amanda said...

Same thing happened to me once, except somehow that balsamic vinegar bottle fell and borke behind my oven. Not only did I have to clean that stinky mess up, but I had to pull my oven out to clean the oven itself, as well as the floor under it and the walls surrounding it. Not fun...

Amanda said...

It borke. That's nice. I meant to say it broke.