We had a storm day yesterday. Working from home is always a treat – but today one of the treats attacked us! Poor Peanut opened the fridge to hunt for food. She didn’t expect liquid jello to be in a bowl on the top shelf. I had JUST put it there and was going back to put wrap on top, but got distracted by the cookies in the oven. A splat… a scream… and it was all over – LITERALLY!!!! The fridge, the floor, Peanut’s p.j.s, my cabinets, the rug, under the fridge, it seeped into the freezer, it seeped into the crispers and every possible shelf in the fridge. It looked like someone met a tragic end in my kitchen. I am very proud of my reaction – I laughed out loud. We took pictures. (although I have to admit that the picture doesn’t look nearly as bad as it did from all angles.) And then I started to help her clean it up. It took an hour and five separate washings of the floor to remove the sticky mess. The whole fridge had to be taken apart people! Surprisingly, we had a marvelous time, the two of us. Moments like these are the ones we’ll remember and discuss at family gatherings until I’m grey (ummm o.k. MORE grey!)
