Today can only be called the Day of Ridiculous.Â It really started last night, when I was baking and cooking up a storm, and set off the smoke alarm at 9:30 pm. My neighbors must LOVE me.
This morning I slept through my alarm, but managed to wake up in time to get ready and out the door.Â I even packed my breakfast & lunch in a large brown bag.
I grabbed the brown bag and the bag of trash by my back door and headed down to my car.Â With the bags in my right hand and my keys in my left, I swung the garbage into the dumpster.
I had a fairly decent grip on my lunch in the brown bag, but the handle ripped and the bag toppled into the dumpster with the trash.Â Unfortunately, the dumpster had been emptied yesterday, so everything went into the very bottom. Into dumpster juice and assorted nastiness.
Gross.Â Luckily, it was all still in the brown bag, mostly protected.
I wasn’t going to abandon my lunch, however.Â Anyone who has spent time with me knows my relationship with food.Â I couldn’t reach the bottom of the dumpster.Â I looked around, and saw a desktop printer that someone had put by the dumpster, dragged it over, and stood on it.Â Still couldn’t reach.
I grabbed the picnic blanket out of the trunk of my car, draped it over the side of the dumpster, and stuck half my body into the dumpster to retrieve my bag.
(artist’s rendition of the morning’s events.)
After that debacle, I got to work, nearly fell on my face when I tripped going up the stairs, and realized that while I had my lunch, I’d forgotten my breakfast on the kitchen counter.
Can we just start today over please?