Scenario #1: Tuesday night my friend Jessica and I dined at Cedars of Lebanon, one of the many restaurants on the SLC's Spring Dine-o-Round. Despite the incredibly slow service, we got a mountain of good food for only $15. After gorging ourselves, we walked on over to the Broadway theater to see Faubourg 36, a French film that I quite enjoyed. However, after leaving the theater it was apparent that I really enjoyed the Ritter Sport that I ate during the film because I had not only dropped pieces of that yummy, yummy chocolate all over myself, but also smeared it on my arm, my white sweater, and my jeans.
Scenario #2: The mantle above our fireplace has never been 100% since a certain person's brothers manhandled it one evening; however, it's done the job until yesterday when I decided to dust it. Clearly, the mantle didn't want to be dusted since it not only dropped once, but three times. The last drop resulted in glass shattering all over the floor and a cut finger. Needless to say, I am leaving the mantle alone.
Scenario #3: At the gym this morning, I thought, "I really feel like writing today." This thought is a rare occurrence, since I only feel like writing about once every couple of weeks, so I was looking forward to picking up a refreshing drink and pumping out some pages.
However, the Universe clearly doesn't want me to want to write and enjoy a refreshing drink, since the bottom of the cup gave way as I set it on the dining room table, dropping 44 ounces of dark liquid all over the table, the seat cushions, the rug, and the hardwood floor that I mopped just yesterday.
So now that I have re-mopped the floor, purchased rug cleaner, scrubbed the rug and seat cushions, and used every available rag in the house, it is now 1pm. And I have yet to shower.So much for a productive writing day.
But did you notice that the Jeep is no longer parked outside our house?
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