Anyho, after my little mini meltdown I thought I would post a little story I am sure will leave you smiling.
Do you remember a few days ago when I posted about my clean house? Well my friends, it didn't last long.
Sunday morning I got up early to finish up a few things before we left for church. We were having my mom's birthday party at our house that day and I wanted everything done before we left.
I ran to Sam's Club to buy a Brisket for dinner and then came home to stick it in the oven. I always lather my Brisket with BBQ sauce before sticking it in the oven to cook. I buy the giant bottle (1 1/2 gallon) Cattleman's brand that I really like at Sam's. When I was done I asked our 14 year old, Tyler, to take the bottle of BBQ sauce out to the garage and put it in the fridge out there.
He shortly comes back in and sheepishly informs me that he tripped and dropped the giant bottle of sauce. Sauce was now all over the garage. No problem, I tell him, it was an accident. I send him back out with paper towels and a bucket to try and quickly get it picked up. At this point it is time to leave for Church.
Unfortunately, Tyler fails to let us know that he has actually spilled the bottle right out side the garage door. Where people walk out to get into the car. Children start marching out to get into the car when I hear some yelling and unhappy voices. Some come running back in to tell me that their is BBQ sauce all over the floor right outside the door. Thankyouverymuch.
In the process of coming in to complain they brought with them Red Sticky sauce on the bottoms of their shoes which they proceeded to smear all over my beautifully polished wood floors. Of course they had to step on a few of my newly washed area rugs too, just for the effect I guess.
You would have been so proud of me. I held my breath until I nearly exploded but I did not yell. Now Hubby, well that is another story. He knew how hard I had worked to have everything looking "perfect" for the party.
I tell them all to wash off their shoes and get in the car. Dave takes them to Church and I am going to follow along in a few minutes. Just as soon as I get the sticky sauce off the floor.
During Church our oldest son asks if the Cafe, our church has one next to the sanctuary, is cooking up BBQ ribs for after Church. He keeps smelling BBQ. So does every one else.
It seems that in Tyler's rush to leave for church he forgot to check himself in the mirror. He left with the spilt BBQ sauce splattered on the front of his shirt and sauce going up all over his left arm. I am sure the people sitting around him were wondering what in the heck happened to this kid?
I feel so bad for all my fellow Christians who smelled the yummy BBQ sauce all through church only to discover that the cafe was serving grilled cheese sandwiches that day. I'm sure the workers had no idea why they were getting all those requests for ribs.