That title is going to get some interesting google hits, mark my words.
Remember our morning routine? Andrew enjoys his waffles/bread and quality KERA/PBS programming while I bustle about getting things/us ready. Well Wednesday night, Andrew wasn’t feeling his best and fell asleep without touching his dinner. (Crazy, I know.) Thursday morning, he spied the (turkey) sausage and mac n cheese in the fridge and demanded indicated with calmness and courtesy that he would like to eat that for breakfast.
Whatever, dude. If it was good enough to give you at night, it was good enough for the morning. So off to the towel-covered bed we traipsed, and he ate and giggled and all was well. I thought I removed all traces of food product from the towel (who am I kidding? I gave it a harried once-over on our way out the door. Let’s be real.) but I was wrong.
Cut to last night. So bone-tired that the idea of showering almost made me weep, I dragged myself and said towel back to the shower anyway. I did the tasks on auto-pilot (but still completed all steps, unlike some people) but also with my eyes closed most of the time.
So that’s how I managed to shower with three small pieces of turkey sausage littering the shower floor. When I did finally become aware of my foodie friends, my reaction was as follows:
1. What the heck is that?
2. That is disgusting.
3. Do I have to clean the shower right now, or can I just rinse it off and tell no one?
4. Blog post!