I mentioned the other day that when Pure Luck is away, we always seem to go to pieces. We have technical difficulties, or the dogs get sick. One time I had to put my car in the shop, Sam-then-a-puppy threw up in the loaner, and then the loaner got a flat tire. Not a good scene.
Today #2 Son and I went to the fancy-schmancy health food store to pick up some necessary items. Amy’s frozen meals-in-a-bowl are popular when Pure Luck is away. And there was a sale on those banana waffles with the Gorilla on the box. We picked up some yummy things.
When we got home, time was tight. I had to be at a meeting and needed to change my clothes from Dog Park blue jeans to Somewhat Professional-Looking Clergywoman dress with pantyhose. #2 Son began putting things in the freezer. I came downstairs to find him trying to rearrange the overcrowded kitchen appliance. He reached for a bag of frozen corn.
It was open.
And all the little pieces of organic corn fell onto the floor. Except for the ones that landed on top of the refrigerator door, and then into the rubbery seal thing when we opened the door.
We fall to pieces.