Today's adventure actually began on Sunday. Emma's baptism was Sunday so we invited ALL of our family over for BBQ and the fixins. My mom had this huge can of baked beans [I mean HUGE] which also required an enormous can opener.
I figured there would be one in the church so I, the person who cannot EVER find her keys or cell phone, decided I would simply [I use that term lightly] open the can up, put the beans in a pan, then in my car, then on to Sunday school so that I could just pop them in the oven after church. Wrong....the can had other plans. I ended up with a chest full of baked bean juice [which is gross anyway but super gross when it ended up...ummmm....right in "the middle"] with no time to spare before church....Thank goodness for zebra striped sweaters. Finally, at the end of the service my daddy was able to get this ginormous can of beans open and in my car they went - Literally. Now, I had baked beans juice on my chest, my sweater, my arms and my car! I don't even like baked beans - at all!! I get these beans home, cook them, and let the family partake of them. However, I forgot one little detail - I spilled those devil beans in my car. [I know that is a shocker considering, that on a daily basis, I lose my car keys.] I remembered this morning when I noticed Cooper and Will covering their noses while waiting on me. Yeah...we rode to school with the windows down as I IMMEDIATELY regretted forgetting to clean up those blasted baked beans.
In my haste to exit the car before I needed respiratory assistance [or started smelling like "Ode to Baked Beans"] I left my keys in the
Emma informed me that she understands why my eyesight is so bad and that would be because I am "older". Maybe the bad eyesight, getting older, and just generally be a doofus would explain a lot of things about me.....
As always, from my house to yours, have a wonderific week :) Life is really, really good.