This morning I ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I can't say I was half asleep though, because I'd been up since 4 something, and this was about 7:30am. I ate the cereal and went about my day. And just a little bit ago, Nat asked me where the brand new milk container went. I had no idea. It should have been in the fridge where it belongs right? Unless a thief broke into our house and stole nothing but a gallon of milk.
But it wasn't in the fridge. It was gone. And I knew I didn't drink the entire thing because we just bought it yesterday. With a little detective work, we found it though. It was in the cabinet with the dishes. I put the milk in the cabinet! WTF was I thinking? And how come I don't remember doing that?
It's been pretty warm here lately too, so the milk was spoiled for sure. It'd been inside a hot cabinet all day long. In fact, the plastic container had actually sort of swelled up and looked like it might burst. Yuck. Chunky milk would have gone everywhere if it exploded. And it's all my fault we have no milk now.
Nat couldn't stop laughing at me though. She doesn't seem to care that I'm brain damaged. Which speaking of that, my head is pretty much all better now. The superglue has worn off and the cut looks fine. But I have another slight injury to report.
Work was rather slow today, so I was in casual mode again. I was wearing flip flops because it's hot and no one was gonna see me anyway. Well I was heating up my wonderful lunch of a frozen burrito in the microwave. I pulled it out and it was really super hot. And some of the bean filling leaked out and landed on my foot! I burned myself pretty good. First injury by cabinet, and now burrito? I'm not safe to go inside the break room anymore am I?
I did have an amusing conversation with my dad this morning though. He called me up to complain about some guy he had to work with. And he was trying to be all hip and cool, which always amuses me. But then he said something about how this guy Bruce thought he was all that and a bag of cheese. I couldn't stop laughing and almost choked on my coffee.
For those of you who might not be hip to the lingo like my dad apparently isn't, the phrase is supposed to be 'all that and a bag of CHIPS' Not cheese. Who has a bag of cheese anyway? I asked my dad what the hell that meant and he said he had no idea. He'd been watching too much TV again and apparently misheard the phrase. He didn't really understand what it meant the correct way either. He was just trying to be cool.
I gotta love my dad for that. He's the only one who made me laugh today. Not unless you count laughing at myself for putting milk in the cabinet. But I do think I might need to sleep someday. It's causing me to do stupid things like run into stuff and spill burrito on my foot and put milk in cabinets.
*sigh*



