(I am using PW-style writing for this post.)
I made chili for dinner yesterday. It had been in the crockpot all day long and the house smelled so good when we got home. Josh wanted to get a few things done outside before it got too dark so our meal was delayed a bit and I was really hungry. As I picked up our bowls of hot chili to take them to the dining room, I dropped one of the bowls. Chili. Went. EVERYWHERE! Of course Titus was at my feet so he had one entire side of his body covered as well. I dropped the bowl right by the sink, and chili made it all the way across the room to the opposite wall. Josh ate by himself as Titus and I cleaned the kitchen. Yes, I let the dog help me clean.
Then I cleaned him.
Then I got my carpet cleaner out.
Then I realized just how much I hate the fact that we have carpet in our kitchen.
Then I ate.
Then I cleaned some more.
I was in a really bad mood all night long. I thought a cookie dough truffle would help. It was delicious, but I was still grumpy.
Then I went to bed.
Then I woke up and found even more chili on the wall that I missed last night.
Then I ate another cookie dough truffle.
Titus loves chili.