I keep hearing that spring has sprung, but what if everyone is wrong? What if spring actually exploded? How exactly does one differentiate between a spring that has sprung and one that has exploded? Don't worry, I took pictures.
Spring started this week by exploding at breakfast. This is a meal I normally skip, but on Tuesday I was so hungry I was ready to start gnawing on the computer keyboard. I decided to head into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal while I was on the phone. I was trying to be efficient and get everything ready so that I could dive right into my cereal the moment I got off the phone. Except some evil genius put the open bag of cereal back in the box upside down. How do you even do that without spilling all the Cheerios inside the box in the first place?
Later that day I discovered that spring had also exploded here...
Thursday I woke up prepared for an all around crappy day. DH has been out of town and, frankly, the weather around here has really sucked. It's like we live in the land of perpetual rain and gloom. I'm constantly soggy, my shoes are soaked, I'm trapped in the house... So you can imagine my surprise as I looked outside and saw the makings of a stunning day.
I hopped out of bed, suddenly chipper, and went straight to the 'fridge for my daily diet coke. I drink two of those things a day and the first one is finished by 9:00 AM. I was just about ready to crack it open when one of the kids called for help with a braid. I left my Coke on the counter and went to assist.
I returned maybe five minutes later and found everyone happily munching on cereal. I opened my coke and... kerpow... diet coke explosion... all over the kitchen... all over me. Usually I take pictures of this stuff because we like to laugh at our stupidity after the fact. Today, no one suggested we get the camera.
I looked over at the kids and, I swear to you, they looked like cartoon characters with their mouths hanging open and their eyes bugging out. And then one of them says, "Um, mom? Abby knocked your coke off the counter when she was getting her bowl." And then Abby chimes in with, "Yeah, but it didn't spill!"
I was torn between tearing someone's head off and hysterical laughter so I mopped myself off, changed my shirt, piled the kids in the car and headed to the school where I was volunteering to help with the third grade play. I don't think anyone even noticed my funky hair. I'm not sure if that should bother me.
The day proceeded uneventfully after the Diet Coke incident. I was busy and actually getting quite a bit accomplished. My daughter's class that is putting on the play needed a giant tin can to use as a prop. I stopped by the market on the way home from school and found a perfect tin can - full of ravioli.
I decided to have ravioli for lunch so I could take the can to school the next day. The ravioli was heating as directed in the microwave when the doorbell rang... Apparently two minutes, 30 seconds is waaaay to long to microwave ravioli.