My Colorado pals Hannah, Charlie, and Chris picked me up from the airport and gave me the most useful welcome home present ever: a radar detector for my car! It sits on my dashboard and alerts me when it picks up police radar/laser guns before the cops are even in sight. In case anyone missed my really depressing posts on Halloween, there was a three week period inside of which I obtained three traffic tickets... so, even though I'm not sure why they are even legal to own, a radar detector is pretty much the perfect thing for me.
Yesterday was my first day back here, and life did not waste anytime reminding me of my luck. Or I guess you could also call it my incapability of being able to accomplish any normal task normally. Mandy works on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so every Tuesday and Thursday morning I can be sure to wake up to a note containing a small list of things to do while she's gone. 10 out of 10 times, "Clean the kitchen" is on the list. So, there I was, following orders. Michael was out running errands, I had just put Lindley down for a nap, and Isaac was playing video games as I loaded the dishes into the dishwasher just like always, opened the cabinet, grabbed the handle of the dishwasher detergent which always sits in the same place, poured it inside, and pressed start. I then went downstairs for approximately three minutes, and when I surfaced, was met with this sight:
I sort of wish I had snapped the picture before turning off the cycle so I could have captured the waterfall of suds spilling out from both the top and bottom of the washer. I walked over to the cabinet to examine what exactly I had dispensed into the washer, and the yellow container read, "Dawn Dishwashing soap." Apparently while I had been in Michigan, Mandy had begun using detergent pellets... the container for which does not resemble the detergent I had been used to, as the Dawn had. I then called Isaac over from the living room. He trotted over and stood next to me with a mouth gaping as much as mine and said, "...whoa. That is a lot. Did Lindley do this?"
You know it's bad when your actions could be confused with those of a two year old.
Michael arrived home just in time to see the pool of suds right before Isaac and I laid several bath towels over it. Praise the Lord Michael has a sense of humor.
He opened the dishwasher to see that the entire thing was filled with thick suds. In a fantasy movie, that would have been the moment where the suds had come alive and eaten us. He tried to open the little thing that held the dish soap in order to wipe what was left out of it, but since we had stopped the washer mid-cycle, it was impossible to do so without breaking it. He tried to bail the suds out with a big cup, but that proved a bit pointless. The only solution seemed to be that we just had to let it run its cycle in order to work all the soap out of it. We sat there for a while soaking the soap up with towels as it cascaded out of the bottom of the washer before Michael decided to go get the shop-vac, which proved much more effective.
It's these types of things that completely reflect the rest of my life. I try to do something good and normal, yet somehow it always leaves me with wide eyes saying, "......WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!??!?!?!?"
Here's some encouragement that Michael left me on my facebook post about this: "It's just not all that surprising anymore. Although I'm still trying to figure out how so many things happen to one person. It's like the Diehard sequels. Really? This keeps happening to the same person?! I guess it makes most every action sequel every made a lot more believable. Thanks, Bri, for increasing my faith in Hollywood."
..Anything I can do to help the entertainment industry, I suppose.
Bahaha, I love this. I get no joy from things going horribly haphazard in your life, but this one is just good clean fun...emphasis on the clean ;). Badumbum cchhhhhh!! (that is supposed to be that drum sound that comes after a really fabulous joke)
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