In the midst of my ditzy week

I'm fumble-ina again this week and I'm glad that it waited till this week instead of last week when I had all those chillins.

Last night when I was clearing up the kitchen (after taking a break before tackling it), I had a container of pinto beans in one hand and a container of left-over roast and veggies in the other. Out of nowhere the beans container took on a life of it's own and I found out that they don't make those lids to handle a drop from about 4 ft.
I spent the next 45 minutes cleaning beans from the floor, the dishwasher, the cabinets, and the fridge.

Hubby slept through the whole thing, even the cursing and yelling part.

So hey Kat, I got no beans!