Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Today, I decided to be a good wife and mother and make a casserole for dinner so that it would be ready for the boys after Reed's baseball game and so that I could have leftovers after City Council. I even used leftovers, so I should just about be translated. The grand finale was a sprinkling of cheese on top. I reached into the refrigerator to get the cheese and the Half-and-Half container jumped off the shelf. When I went to grab it, I apparently nudged the gigantic Costco-sized jar of dill pickles. They plunged to their death on the unforgiving slate floor.
So, then I had to clean up the regular cooking mess PLUS the evil pickle disaster.
Did I mention that I don't even like dill pickles?