So here I am tonight at home on this cold and snowy eve. I decided to celebrate my roommates mom being here by making myself some tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. I was excited, but these days it takes so little to make me excited. While I was gathering my supplies for soup cooking, I knocked a glass out of the kitchen cabinet. Meanwhile the girl on the couch was standing right under the cabinet, somehow the glass missed her head. I wonder if it was because me yelling catch it, catch it. Like that was going to help.
A few moments later when I am reaching for a pan to grill the grilled cheese I knock a bottle of Szechwan sauce out of the cabinet. Great not only am I cleaning up glass this time I am also cleaning up what looks like explosive diarrhea off of my kitchen floor. Oh, how fun is this night so far. As if that was not enough, my soup started to boil over onto the stove. Are you kidding me at this point?
Now here I sit typing away with a small piece of glass in my finger, I think. Oh night of glass and sauce.
