7.20.2009
if I had a dime for every time a can of OJ, mistakenly left in the trunk and fermented, had blown up on me, I could buy myself a Laffy Taffy
no picture... insert my sticky, annoyed face here:
Scott: "don't be mad"
It's a nice sentiment, but a little uncomplicated for the situation I found myself in. Who would I be mad at, anyway? The person who wanted the orange juice in the first place? The person who chivalrously removed two weeks worth of groceries from the trunk in one trip and didn't notice the lonely can that had rolled from the bag on the ride home? The person who noticed the can in the trunk two days later but decided her hands were too full to walk it to the dumpster? Or the person who was inadvertently aiming the can at his wife and child while reading the side of it? At least it wasn't aimed at our neighbor's car, that would be hard to explain. My outline in the frothy spatter was much more noticeable right after it happened, alas, no camera.
Anyway, I'm over it.
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You are so funny!!! I love your descriptions in your story!!! When I go out to water the plants tomorrow, I will try and remember to spray your parking spot...so you don't have to step in fermented orange juice :)
ew. i'm sure you smelled delicious! i can imagine that may have been quite a surprise. on my first new year's eve with sean he decided to show me a "cool trick" which involved shaking some sparkling cider a bit before sending the cap flying across our living room. i didn't see any of it because the cider exploded from its bottle and proceeded to cover me in apple-raspberry froth. i was completely covered! sean was fortunate enough to walk away clean as a whistle because the bottle was conveniently pointed away from him. three cheers to exploding beverages.
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