...with his finger.
I was so furious, that I slammed the refrigerator door, hard, then I yelled at the sweet, darling, dearest, smushy-pie, snuggle-bunny, baby-face little 4-year-old boy and asked him how could he, then I stormed into the kitchen to try to regain control of my emotions, then walked to and fro, not knowing which way to turn or what to do, then I said with complete exasperation to the 15-year-old girl to come and look what the 4-year-old boy had done, perhaps needing sympathy, then, upon opening the refrigerator, because I had slammed it one minute prior, the door shelf fell off, causing the one-gallon bottle of soy sauce to come crashing down onto the floor, and the thin (apparently) plastic broke in a large 5-inch crack, thus spilling at least 3/4 of a gallon of soy sauce onto my floor, which the 15-year-old girl and I mopped up with beach towels, which are now in the laundry room, thus causing it to smell like sushi.
I told my sad story to tomorrow's host, and she said, in her super-sweet voice (the 18-year-old boy says she's actually the nicest person he's ever met) that it was okay, and that the Amish, when they make their famous quilts, purposely sew in a tiny error to remind themselves that they are human, and have weaknesses and to keep themselves humble. She said this could be my Amish error-on-purpose.
Sure. That works.
Sorry classy ladies who will attend the class tomorrow. I will try to cut around the finger mark.
Thanks for listening, and I will soon be posting this recipe.
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