I Can't Believe the Whole Thing Went Kerplooi

Guys, I cannot say it wasn't my day because my day was fab.  I got a cold cold freezing walk with wind chill in before the rain.  Then, I got a luncheon invitation from a former colleague whom I love. That was riches for me too.  Haven't seen him in about a year because of all that is going on here with me.  But we made time today and had a good natter.

I ate like I hadn't had food in weeks, too.  DEELISHUS! I had breakfast at 12.  Scrambled eggs, and a bunch of 'em.  I had 4 strips of deliciously greasy and savory bacon.  I had a huge serving spoon of hash browns, and a big spoonful of sausage gravy laid on the side.  I wanted one of the biscuits- but adding that many calories to the ones I already had on my plate.  Just couldn't do it.

Then, I came home...finally got the  dishes done as I was gone for about 5 hours, put the bedspread on the bed.  Went out with a grocery list and came home $100.00 lighter.  Put it all away and then....and then..... *cue dramatic drum roll* I trucked a big bottle of spaghetti sauce in the crook of one arm and some boxes of tissues in the other.  Headed toward the storage closet and then it happened.  The bottle of spaghetti sauce crashed out from my arm and slammed very hard onto the wooden kitchen floor.  It shattered thoroughly.  There was glass and sauce on the floor, on the fridge, under the fridge, on the carpet in the entry way across from the kitchen threshold.  It was on the woolen scatter rug, it was on the carpet. It was between the fridge and wall.

At least Katie didn't hear it  crash or investigate.  Something made me go open that closet and take the dust pan from the broom's handle where it was attached.  No idea why I thought of it.  But I took my spatula and the roll of paper towels  down to the floor with me and scooped as much of the sauce as I could into the dust pan with the spatula.  Kept dumping it  into the trash can.  Over and over.   Otherwise I'd still be wiping with towels if I hadn't thought of that.

After all that, I had to wipe the floor with clean water. Then, with wood cleaner and with polisher.  Then I had to skate with two thick towels under my feet to buff it back.  Never made me mad...wasn't impatient.  Mood was still excellent.  Didn't feel sorry for myself.  I felt so happy from getting a good walk in with "bracing" icy flavored wind blowing on me, that nothing took away my gratitude for being able to do it.  (yes, it was miserably cold).

Didja notice me on the photofunia last bloggie I did?  Gotcha.