thewesterberg
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Yours is going good? Awesome! And mine? Well, glad you asked…
I was knitting this morning before work when I looked at the dog and decided I needed to be responsible and trim his nails. He cooperates well if you put a blob of peanut butter on the kitchen floor so I did that and sat down next to him and started trimming his nails. He has a couple nails that are dark and on one I cut a little too high - and then I noticed blood on the floor. Crap.
I jumped up to grab some cornstarch to put on it. In the process of grabbing it from the top shelf, I bumped a mason jar of homemade “Shake n Bake”. It fell, hitting the glass stove top and the jar smashed into a million pieces. Being careful where I stepped with my bare feet, I ignored that mess to put some cornstarch in a plastic bowl. I set it on the floor and while in the process of sitting on the floor and holding the dog, I bumped the bowl and it tipped over, sending cornstarch everywhere. I got the dog’s nail to stop bleeding, finishing trimming his nails, and gathering up the courage to clean…
…Peanut Butter
…Blood
…Cornstarch
…Glass
….Shake n Bake
Off my kitchen floor.
I didn’t cry. I only swore once. And I laughed at the ridiculousness of the whole situation while I swept and cleaned and mopped.
I think I just need to hide on the couch under quilts the rest of the day and not touch anything.
I was knitting this morning before work when I looked at the dog and decided I needed to be responsible and trim his nails. He cooperates well if you put a blob of peanut butter on the kitchen floor so I did that and sat down next to him and started trimming his nails. He has a couple nails that are dark and on one I cut a little too high - and then I noticed blood on the floor. Crap.
I jumped up to grab some cornstarch to put on it. In the process of grabbing it from the top shelf, I bumped a mason jar of homemade “Shake n Bake”. It fell, hitting the glass stove top and the jar smashed into a million pieces. Being careful where I stepped with my bare feet, I ignored that mess to put some cornstarch in a plastic bowl. I set it on the floor and while in the process of sitting on the floor and holding the dog, I bumped the bowl and it tipped over, sending cornstarch everywhere. I got the dog’s nail to stop bleeding, finishing trimming his nails, and gathering up the courage to clean…
…Peanut Butter
…Blood
…Cornstarch
…Glass
….Shake n Bake
Off my kitchen floor.
I didn’t cry. I only swore once. And I laughed at the ridiculousness of the whole situation while I swept and cleaned and mopped.
I think I just need to hide on the couch under quilts the rest of the day and not touch anything.
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If you're a person like me who takes comfort from "well, it could have been worse"...let's all cheer that the jar didn't break your glass stove top.
Yay you!!
But...what would have been worse is if she hadn't gone. This is a very big day for our entire family.
I saw a thing once where an ultra-religious lady collected old Bratz dolls and re-did them to look "fresh and wholesome" without their trampy make-up and then dressed them in modest clothes. It was wild watching her erase their faces with paint thinner. Not implying you're a nutter like this of course. She actually thought she was saving them from a life of dissipation and setting them on the right path. Just one step down from those creepy new-born or re-born baby dolls.