Yesterday on the way to church we were about two blocks from home when Blaine realized he forgot something. He turned, I didn’t grab the crockpot full of pulled pork fast enough… can you see where this is going? Yep, on the floor. Not just tipped, propelled across the front seat’s floor. Some neighborhood dog had a feast, because it’s gone without a trace from the place on the front lawn where I’d dumped the rug.
Then, in case you thought I was finished, I threw the meat-juice soaked floor mat into the tub. This morning, when Blaine stepped into the shower, he slid on the oily mess, stopping my heart for a minute while I watched him flail through sleep-filled eyes. He caught himself, cleaned my tub for me, and all is well. At least until it gets hot enough in the car to rot the remnants of our lunch that wasn’t.
My pile of gifts are all wrapped! Ok, less one I forgot I’d stashed elsewhere, and one that’s still coming in the mail, but still. This has to be a new record for me. Usually it’s Christmas Eve and I’m frantically trying to get everything done. Christmas letters sent… I’ll post one here in case you aren’t on my Christmas list and wanted to see how not funny I can be.
And, I’m off. Getting up early is only beneficial if you actually get dressed and get moving, after all!