WDWBarb
I need a vacation.
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So I picked up some dipping oil and bread today for a special dinner I was making for DH, DD and myself. When I go to open the oil I realize that it's got kind of a very strong plastic wrap (kind of like on a wine bottle) over the top. Try as I might, I can't get the darn thing off! I struggle for over 15 minutes before I start to make progress. A few minutes later, it's finally off and I was VERY frustrated. I was worried that there was a cork in the top of the bottle under all that but it turned out that it was just a normal screw on top.
So I go to shake it up (there's yummy garlic and basil and the bottom of the bottle) and TA-DA! Top flies off. I had my finger over it but it was greasy and I guess my finger slipped.
Over half the contents of that lovely bottle of Olive Oil and garlic flies all over the kitchen. And I mean ALL over. My face, hair. clothes and glasses were covered. The cabinets and everything on the cabinets were covered. The drapes and the CEILING were covered. And, of course, it was all over the floor.
So I clean and clean and clean and clean and change clothes. I haven't washed my hair yet but that's next (I smell like an Italian restaurant). Dinner was cold before I was done.
Just as I was remarking that I was so glad that at least it happened in the kitchen, I watched my German Shepherd wiping her face on the couch. Then she started rolling on the carpet.
ARGH - the dog is covered too!!
I had forgotten she was standing right next to me during the "incident!"
And now the family room carpet and my couch are smeared with it.
Why didn't I just give up on that darn bottle when I couldn't open it??
So I go to shake it up (there's yummy garlic and basil and the bottom of the bottle) and TA-DA! Top flies off. I had my finger over it but it was greasy and I guess my finger slipped.
Over half the contents of that lovely bottle of Olive Oil and garlic flies all over the kitchen. And I mean ALL over. My face, hair. clothes and glasses were covered. The cabinets and everything on the cabinets were covered. The drapes and the CEILING were covered. And, of course, it was all over the floor.
So I clean and clean and clean and clean and change clothes. I haven't washed my hair yet but that's next (I smell like an Italian restaurant). Dinner was cold before I was done.
Just as I was remarking that I was so glad that at least it happened in the kitchen, I watched my German Shepherd wiping her face on the couch. Then she started rolling on the carpet.
ARGH - the dog is covered too!!

And now the family room carpet and my couch are smeared with it.
Why didn't I just give up on that darn bottle when I couldn't open it??
