In the past two weeks, we have had four disastrous drink spills. I think this house might be cursed.
The first was when Brad was here. I got a pop from the entry, opened it, then set it on the table to go get a glass of ice. As it turned out, the can had a rounded bottom and tipped over as I was walking away. Ugh. Sticky pop all over the table, floor and chair.
The second was when I was putting a glass down on the side table/crock one evening and missed it. BAM!! Shards of glass and a sticky drink I was angry for that one.
Third was when Deborah was over and Lloyd was getting gin and tonic fixin’s. He dropped a can of tonic and spent the next ten minutes mopping the floor and closet doors.
The fourth was me, trying to juggle too many things to carry to the car on Saturday. I dropped a can of pop that EXPLODED in the living room. After the shock, I laughed and laughed because it was EVERYWHERE – the walls, the t.v., the windows, the carpet and sofa. Lloyd helped me clean and kept saying “Take a picture – it’s a post!” but I was too embarrassed.
Here’s the aftermath, when I realized I should have done this right away. The floor was wet and sticky underneath.
Ugh. I’m getting too old for this nonsense. Get a grip on your drinks, people!
I dumped half a glass of milk over in my living room a few weeks ago. It was a pain in the neck to clean. Maybe if we just sat in the bathtub whenever we drank something?