Now that Caleb is learning to drink from an open cup, spills are a somewhat regular part of life around here. But last weekend, spilling took on a new meaning. On Friday, Jeff refilled our 5-gal. water dispenser with a couple of 2.5-gal. containers that had gotten punctures in them. He left a little (probably about a half gallon) in one of them and left it on the counter. About an hour later, we were watching TV and I said, "What is that noise?" Jeff went to investigate, and water had been slowly dripping and was all over the counter and floor.
Saturday, I was getting Caleb some lunch, which was noodles. I accidentally hit the container against the counter, spilling the entire contents onto the kitchen floor. After cleaning that up, I sat down to eat with Caleb. I then knocked over my full cup of water, splashing water all over Caleb, the table, and the floor.
That evening, we all went to the movies. When we came home, we found that Bumblebee (a.k.a. "Spaz") had been up on the kitchen table investigating. What she found was a half-full cup of water, and thus knocked it over.
Perhaps this has been some metaphor for our lives. Maybe some kind of flood is coming (please let it be a flood of money :), or maybe it signifies that we are in the midst of cleansing our lives. I'm not really sure. I do know that we have washed more towels in the last few days than I think we have all month. I'll keep you posted if I figure out what all this signifies.
4 comments:
That's really funny and I can totally relate. Of course, its usually not water that we spill- its usually juice or something incredibly sticky and its usually only after a good mopping has taken place :)
P.S. since Shana and Wayne have been offf-line blogging just isn't the same. And I've been meaning to invite you to my blog I just don't have your email address. If you want to be my blogger-buddy just send it to me. My email address is disortor@gmail.com
When Wayne and I first got married, I kept "spilling" our brand new dishes: a pitcher here, a glass there, a bowl, a plate... and then the MOTHER of all spills. I had a stack of dishes in my hands as I was clearing the breakfast table. My bathrobe sleeve caught on the back of the chair and the dishes launched across the room all over the kitchen floor. That seemed to be the grand finale. Maybe I was just paranoid after that point, but the casualties seemed to cease for the most part.
P.S. My word verification says "ofous." I think that's what you call people who spill things a lot!
Maybe we can work on adding "ofous" to the webster dictionary! We are totally an Ofous family right now. Ooooh, maybe we can get a diagnosis and take a pill or something for it!
Di, I like your new picture. Not as creepy as the eye of Sotor, or as suspicious as the close up of your eyes. I'll email you so I can start being your blogger buddy - I've heard it's hillarious, and I'm going through withdrawls since the VanCleaves are off-line.
PS - my word verification says "nexeswel". That could definitely be some medical diagnosis.
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