...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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ReplyDeleteAnonymous, I don't get it.
ReplyDeleteOh my!!! SO awesome to read that other people go "AGGGHH!!!" at their kidlets too, and their pies get messed up, and then something crashes to the floor and breaks.
ReplyDeleteSo. Do you have any advice on whining? I can't stop the whining and it's driving me bananas.
In my comment I was referring to the whining of both the 5yo and myself. Only mine is quiet interior whining and his is out loud whining.
ReplyDeleteI actually hard that the navajos did that with their quilts. I think that it just got passed along traditions. In my house we had mannnnny a cake that was 'fixed' after a cat, or dog (yeah, we had weird animals) decided that they lovvved my mom's homemade frosting. We learned to either cover it well, or hide it where they couldn't get to. Sigh...such is life. I'm pretty sure your ladies tomorrow will be more amused than annoyed!
ReplyDeleteCouldn't you find some kind of vegan whipped cream to spread over the top?
ReplyDeleteit's STILL funny! :)
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