September 4: If I Don't Tell, They Won't Know

Monday, September 4, 2006

​I was filling up the salad dressing containers and had 5 minutes until I could leave. I put the Italian away and come out of the walk-in, holding the ranch jar by the top so I have one hand free to shut the door. I start walking and the ranch jar starts to fly. It hits the freezer at the other end of the room and the lid comes off. Actually, the lid came off first because there was a ranch trail to mark the flight path. I got a rag and cleaned it up. No one saw; one one has to know. I didn’t leave until nearly 10 after and I wasn’t able to set the table. No problem, I’ll have plenty of time to do it at 5:00 if they don’t do it this afternoon.

I’m doing laundry now. I have to wash my comforter, too. The bird pooped on it and the floor. If I have time, I’ll mop.