Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Mommy Oopsie: So Gross Story. Moral—Don’t Eat and Do Something else at the same time; and, chocolate chip cookies can make almost anything better.
I L.O.V.E. chocolate chip cookies, but that is getting ahead of the story.
I enjoy vacuuming. Truly. Not only does it sort of count as a cardio workout, but seeing those lines in freshly vacuumed carpet brings peace to my soul. I call them my sunshine lines. I dedicate the song “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey…” to my clean, freshly vacuumed carpet (which I get to enjoy for about 3 seconds until my sons use the lines as racing tracks).
To optimize my vacuuming experience I periodically dissect my vacuum and thoroughly clean it out. That filter accordion looking thingy gets so filthy! Well, today I did just that. Afterwards, I scrubbed down my sink and wiped down my counter of the grey, dusty, grimy, gunk that l cleaned from the filter.
Apparently, I missed one spot on my counter, and it was just in this spot when, as I was eating a Clementine tangerine and unloading the dishwasher…at the same time…I unknowingly placed my tangerine right in when I put the glasses in the cupboard. As I reached for the plates from the bottom rack and grabbed my tangerine….at the same time…I popped another slice of citrus delight in my mouth, only to taste gritty, dusty, pure disgustingness.
I then looked at the tangerine and was repulsed by what I saw—it’s wasn’t orange anymore. I panicked. I spat, spit, rinsed, gargled, spat, spit, rinsed, and gargled some more, then searched for the best thing to get that terrible taste out of my mouth. A chocolate chip cookie fit the bill—I couldn't give a cr** about my no-sugar rule after that trauma.
I can still taste the chocolate in my mouth. Ah :) Now, that brings peace to my soul. I won’t think about what it brings to my hips…not for tonight anyway.
-Margaret D. Nadauld