This Week...

All in one week (and I know some of you will not be surprised) I have:

• Slipped down the stairs at Mac Court. Luckily, only the ticket guards saw me. I was so embarrassed that I haven't even told anyone yet (not even my husband), but better here than anywhere...right? This way, I can tell everyone at once which may be less painful.
• Spilled salsa from my lunch casadilla all over my shirt. Fortunately, my work day was already over.
• Stubbed my toe at the pool trying while swimming laps and trying to perform a flip turn. I obviously don't really know how to perform a flip turn.
• Missed pretty much every basket while playing some b-ball with friends at the church court.
• Kicked over a glass of water onto the floor that I had strategically placed in a location to avoid knocking it over.
• Burned my fingers twice in one meal preparation time. Once on the inside of the oven that I brushed the back of my hand against. And then again while trying to take off the metal top of the roast pan, which had been in the oven and was therefore obviously HOT, with my bare hand.
• Without fail, managed to pick out the most left-straying shopping cart at Winco, which in turn led to many run-ins with multiple poor, frightened Winco shoppers. They should put up a warning sign with my picture on it. WARNING: FOR YOUR SAFETY, IF YOU ARE GOING DOWN THE SAME ISLE AS THIS SHOPPER AND SHE HAS A CART IN HER HANDS, TURN AROUND IMMEDIATELY!
• Spilled the contents of dinner twice in this same week on the bottom of my oven, but continued to cook the meal, which has resulted in a permanent burnt smell to my small apartment.
• And, last but not least, managed to create our country's 6th great lake pretty much every night on my bathroom counter as I wash my face.

Now, the picture displayed above is of my favorite fruit bowl, which I try to fill with fruit each week in order to encourage Derek and I to eat more fruit. Not only, is it a great way to add color to my very dull kitchen, but having the goal to "clean out" the bowl each week has been a positive influence on our health.

However, I came home yesturday to the much less aesthetically pleasing sight of a chip in my fruit bowl!!! I enquired after Derek to see if he had any idea how such a tragic occurance could have come about. He at first tried to lie, saying he had no idea and agreed that it was a rather puzzeling situation. However, on more thorough investigation, he finally fessed up that it was indeed he who had chipped my fruit bowl. I, to his probable amazingmet, "kept my cool" you could say. And the reason is this...how could I honestly get angry at him for something I easily could have done myself as is evident by multiple similar tragic occurances I had participated in myself this very week?