OK…I will be the first to admit that my free time since I started working full time nights is minimal. When I am awake (if you can call what I am “awake”), the LAST thing I think of doing is getting on the computer. My life consists of sleep, naps, drooling, multiple pots of coffee, more drooling, fixing supper for my lazy family, attempting to clean up after said lazy family and having mini-melt downs when I have had enough. Pretty boring stuff right? Well apparently people are interested …so Aline, I will take the hint and I am forcing myself to blog about what happened this past Friday.
Trust me, I do NOT have a problem embarrassing myself. Those closest to me can attest to that. I just didn’t think it was interesting enough to tell it on my blog. Facebook was fine however…go figure. LOL!
Karma bit me in the ass on Friday. There I said it.
Friday after my daughter came home from school, we headed into town to grab a few things and then we were going to the local french fry shack for their grand opening for an early supper. On the way into town , she was telling me about this technology conference she had been at that day in Brantford and how she accidentally squirped yellow mustard all over the table and carpet while trying to fix a sandwich. (trust me when I tell ya this child is all me. Unco-ordinated and spazzy). Being the good mother that I am am, I started laughing hysterically at her expense.
We get to the chip shack, place our orders and when I got my pea meal bacon sandwich I decided that it needed some mustard on the bun to finish it off. I go up to the jug, gently push down on the nozzle and WHAMMO….I got squirped. It was in my hair, my ears, my nostrils. My face was covered as was my t-shirt and sweater.
Being the good daughter she is, she grabbed her phone and went to take a picture while exploding in laughter.
Shitty phone pic but it’s hard to take a picture when you are trying NOT to pee your pants… You get the idea….
I used up a huge handful of napkins to attempt to clean myself up at which point we had to drive to the grocery store to grab baby wipes to properly clean myself.
My t-shirt and sweater are ruined. Mustard does NOT come out of clothes and my truck smells like a rotten hot dog.
That’s what I get for laughing at my kid and her mishaps.
…and that is why I now hate mustard. LOL!