Thursday, May 24, 2007

So...

it has been a long day in a long week, and I'm finally cooking dinner, and I reached into the fridge for something, and that something was somehow attached in some way to a 2/3 full jar of CARAMEL SAUCE that has been in there, since, I dunno, Christmas. It wasn't expired, but I still should have thrown it out, because said jar of sticky sweetness followed the other thing out of the fridge and exploded on the tile like a caramel bomb.

Actually, the caramel stayed quite contained (Hershey's, in case you're wondering. Damn thick.) The bits of sticky glass really traveled. So I spent a lovely half hour or so cleaning the glass encrusted kitchen floor, not that it didn't need it, but I didn't need it right at this moment. And screamed at dogs who were fascinated by the sticky sweetness and oblivious to the broken glass that would have gotten into their paws at best, and their tongues at worst. If my brain was ever going to pop again, it would have done it tonight.

2 comments:

Cursing Mama said...

This is the kind of thing that always happens to me at the worst possible time - already 15 minutes late out the door, kid covered, cats doing their best to get into it....

Very glad you didn't pop!

Catherine said...

I had this horrible mental picture of Dudley nicking an artery on a sliver of glass in his paw, and me making a hysterical drive to the emergency vet with him bleeding all over me. And both dogs are so damn nosy, they could NOT stand back for longer than ten seconds between my screams of "No!" But we all survived.