Let’s talk about how it happened.
On Tuesday nights, I cook dinner for my small group. This week, I decided to make spaghetti.
I actually dislike spaghetti. I love Italian food, I just don’t love spaghetti. Maybe I think too often of the “spaghetti” that schools used to offer, but whatever it is, me no likey.
But it’s easy and cost effective and etc. So I decided to make spaghetti.
I purchased the groceries and headed home. I was talking with my mother on the phone and as I opened my trunk, I lifted one of the spaghetti sauce jars from the trunk and no kidding, as I held it in my paw, it shattered.
[So bizzaro. What is the science behind THAT? Where is Mr. Wizard when you need him?]
And the sauce splattered all over my jeans and poured down my trunk AND poured into a brand new box of books that I had literally JUST opened an hour before to give some copies to my friends at Word Entertainment.
I mean, you can just see how it exploded! I’ve never seen a thing like it in my life. I was stunned. I was like, “Uh, Mama. I think I’m gonna need to call you back because something just happened here. Involving spaghetti sauce. I hate spaghetti. Okay. Bye.”
And then I began some serious self talk.
“Ok, Annie. First of all, go pull your hair back in a pony tail. Then get some paper towels. And get a trash can.”
So I did all that- thanks to my influential voice in my own life- and came back and just had to take some pictures.
Do you see the lid in the top left corner? Do you see how the jar just plain broke in my hand? So weird. And then the sauce just dripped and glopped and soaked TWENTY-ONE books.
If TWENTY-ONE wasn’t my favorite number [Deion Sanders forever], this whole experience would have been horrible.
Well, it was still horrible. But also kinda funny.
And truthfully, I was like, “Well, maybe that jar was poisoned and God was just protecting us?”
It’s good to think in that direction when you’ve just stained TWENTY-ONE small pieces of financial income.
Oh spaghetti. I hate you still.
I mean, have you ever seen such a thing in your life? I have cleaned these books off- this stack for sure got the brunt of the bolognese- but they are still stained and actually kinda smell great, to be honest.
What am I going to do with them? Not real sure yet. Thinking of selling them off pretty cheap and throwing in a stack of spaghetti noodles as well. I’ll let you know.
Worry not: I still was able to feed my gals. And honestly, that’s all they thought about from the start. Proof below.
At least my people don’t lose focus. And no, Hannah, it wasn’t pizza.
It was spaghetti. Blech.