Same Mansion, Different Calamity.
I don't know why everything is so hard for me! Even Farmer H tells me that: "HM. I don't know why everything's so hard for you." I'm sure he's being supportive and empathetic, right? Not at all sarcastic.
With the Christmas season comes a treat from my best old ex-teaching buddy Mabel. She makes chocolate-covered cherries that are FABULOUS! Way better than the boxed version of cherry cordials. I know I've shown you the pictures before. I eat two of them every night for dessert. I don't mind if other people share them. Genius wasn't home long enough to put a dent in them this year. They are so plentiful that I can't really tell if Farmer H is also partaking. I put them in FRIG II, so they're nice and cold. Makes the chocolate crack when you bite into it. Mmm.
Anyhoo, the other night I carried my supper tray down to my lair. I thought I'd eliminate a step, and fetch my half-bottle of Diet Coke from the mini fridge under the stairs, on my way to the lair. I was holding the supper tray (ham and roasted veggies and 7 Layer Salad), and also my yellow bubba cup full of ice. When I bent over to get my half-bottle of Diet Coke,
ONE OF THE CHERRIES PLUMMETED TO THE FLOOR!
Sweet Gummi Mary! It's a BASEMENT floor! Concrete covered with press-down tile. Not exactly mopped every week. I was sure my cherry had been broken (heh, heh, good thing a certain 13-year-old self doesn't read this).
To make matters worse, as I closed the mini-fridge door so I could set down my tray and rescue the cherry, IT GOT CAUGHT IN THE DOOR! What in the Not-Heaven does Even Steven have against me right now?
I picked up the cherry, and was shocked to see that it was not even cracked! Nor was it coated with dust bunnies! I wiped it off with half a Puffs With Lotion in my office, and set it on top of my purple bubba cup full of ice water to chill.
And I really know how to get an artsy-fartsy photo down the inside of my straw!