Friday, June 29, 2012

Rotten

Dear Biker Boy,

Remember that watermelon I said I was going to cut and bring for lunch when we eat with you today?

It exploded.  Literally.  Right in my face.  I cut into it and it burst and started squirting juices out. 

Then, of course, I went to get the camera to take a picture of the mess.  Cause that's what I do.  You know me.


Well, as I was taking that photo....the rest of the watermelon fell to the ground.  I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.  The kids were there.  They helped me clean up the mess.


It's still a mess and the house smells bad right now.  Will you help me move the dishwasher tonight?  Because I fear there's a big ol' puddle of rotten watermelon juice under there. 

And you know that stool the kids use to climb up to the sink?  Well, now I really have an excuse to wash it, sand it, and paint it.  It's covered in watermelon stickiness.  As am I.  Good thing I'm taking the kids swimming today.  *sigh*

So if I look a little drained when we come see you for lunch, you'll know why.  Which reminds me...I'd better pack because we have to leave in 20 minutes to come see you if we're going to make it to the pool this afternoon.  I'm sorry the house stinks.  And is sticky.  And that this is the second time in a week I've dropped something to the ground and made a sticky mess.  I will be mopping tonight.  Again. 

Love,
Your sticky wife

PS.  Maybe I just shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen for awhile?

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