Let me tell you, dear ones, the story of Saturday.
It was going to be such a great day. At least that’s what I thought as I went to bed on Friday night.
And that little thought stayed a dream. I was going to sleep in, but woke up around 7:15 a.m. and couldn’t go back to sleep. I was hungry so I decided to make blueberry pancakes. And somehow during that process, I ended up sending my 8-ounce glass of orange-pineapple juice crashing to the floor. And when glass meets ceramic tile, glass doesn’t stand a chance.
So, picture it: glass shards all over the floor, sticky orange juice everywhere, including splattered up my legs, and Muffin the Wonder Poodle all set to help. I had to stop the pancake making process and clean up the mess, which of course included moping.
Finally, some time after I had intended to, I sat down for a nice breakfast. Afterward, I thought it would be a great idea to put away the dishes in the dishwasher and get all the breakfast ones into the dishwasher. Great plan, huh?
I thought so, too. And this happened:
No, that’s not an open cabinent. Because as I was opening the cabinent, the door wrenched off the hinges and went flying toward the sink. It was special. It made my morning. I think we should all take the doors off our cabinents and display the wares to the world.
I tried to fix the cabinent, but discovered the bottom hinge was bent and I’ll have to buy new hinges. Also, trying to put a cabinent door back on by yourself is not so easy.
Finally, after all that happened before 9:30 a.m. on Saturday, I decided a run was in order. And thankfully, the rest of the day went better.
But my cabinent still isn’t fixed. Anybody wanna help?