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  •  I Can't BELIEVE I Remember This! :) (2+ / 0-)
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    blue jersey mom, Gentle Giant

    I once discovered just how much 4 ounces was when, on a flight, we hit turbulence. Remember those small, plastic cups? I had just mixed an "entertaining adult beverage", and did not have time to secure said beverage when we dropped about 3,000 feet.

    I believe every single drop of that drink went into my left shoe-- or at least as much as would fit.  It took me most of a day to overcome that particular tragedy. But, being one who REALLY needs proof...I did it again, this time in my kitchen.

    A tiled floor kitchen mind you. This particular time, I had spent the better part of an entire day preparing home made spaghetti sauce in a double sized crock pot. I can tell you that the testing of this impending drama made me very, very hungry. (Cook's privilege, sans "beverage" this time!)

    I picked up the innerds of the Crock Pot, with the intention of transferring the sauce to a large container for serving my (several, sadly) guests. For reasons I still do not understand to this moment,

    I dropped the container. Remember the "open container" rule? Exactly. The container landed on the tile floor...on it's head.

    The container was relatively easy to clean up. Large pieces are not a challenge, after all.

    The spaghetti sauce? I think there was still that damned sauce IN the floor when we sold the house years later. That is the largest mess I have ever seen. I know it is the largest single catastrophe I have ever created...and cleaned up (sorta). It became an instant "Bud" story that pretty much traveled the globe. Several times. I shouldn't have invited 20 people who knew me so well.


    Go ahead. Let it bless yer hearts. :)

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    by Bud Fields on Sun Nov 03, 2013 at 07:46:30 PM PST

    •  My wife had been a home health aid. (1+ / 0-)
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      Bud Fields

      She had a client that was quadriplegic, who I knew from growing up with her kids. She was a woman full of sunshine. She threw parties. We made a crock of chili.
      We had it between my feet onthe passenger side floor for stability. We were on the back road leading to Betty's house when a few deer ran out in front of the car.
      My wife jacked on the brakes and the chili tilted forward, losing the crock pot's lid and spilling at least half of the chili on the carpeting.
      No matter how many times we cleaned and how many products we used, that car smelled of chili, especially when the heat was on, until it finally broke down a couple of years later.

      Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal. - Martin Luther King, Jr.

      by Gentle Giant on Mon Nov 04, 2013 at 12:22:41 PM PST

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