Legally Mom’ed

In January I was up in the city, in the ballroom of the Palace Hotel, prepping for the rehearsal of our annual department awards show.  I was gathering-up my things from under the table, I look down, and there is a Cheerio resting on the patterned carpet designed to walk that fine line between tasteful and hideous.  A Cheerio.  I totally tried to pretend like I didn’t see it and it must have been left behind by some 400 person baby breakfast held earlier that day.

A few weeks later, James had to work so the boys and I met Grandma and Granddad at Gayle’s for gourmet goodies followed by grass and gophers.  Granddad volunteered to put Nate’s leftover apple sauce in his cooler and then told me he’d forgotten it at the bakery.

The next evening I find James peering out the front window at my car, sitting in the driveway.
“What’s that on top of your car?”
“Hmmm, what is that?”

Turns out I’d been driving around with an open container of organic apple sauce on the top of my car for two days.

Then about two weeks ago I was getting ready for work in the morning.  One of the last things I usually do is forage around for my watch.  I’m about to put it on and notice the glass is all smeared and sticky.  Before applying important critical thinking skills, I bring the watch up to my nose and smell it…

BBQ sauce.  In hindsight, this is probably a fairytale ending to this story.