I had a post all planned for today. It was going to be about being halfway through 2015 and evaluating the intentions I set for the year. I had some good thoughts for it and everything. But then Tuesday night something pretty funny happened and I decided telling you about that would be better, at least for today.
Tuesday night I invited my dear friend Doreen and her husband over for dinner. This isn’t something we would normally do on a work night but they had to be in the area for some stuff and I don’t see them nearly often enough so I decided I could handle it. Plus, Doreen and I have been friends for over 30 years. I don’t need to pull out the fancy china and silver when she comes over, in other words.
Anyway, I stopped for wine and fresh flowers on my way home from work. I got home and I quickly pulled the covers off the deck furniture and made the marinade for the chicken kabobs. Dale was in the shower and I was just about to prep the vegetables when, for whatever reason, it crossed my mind that I needed to bake a blueberry pie this coming weekend. I was mentally running down what I would need to get at the store when I thought, hmmmm, cornstarch. I better make sure I have enough. I glanced at the clock, saw that Doreen wasn’t expected for at least another 30 minutes, and I hustled over to the cupboard to check on how much cornstarch I did indeed have.
I grabbed the container.
I pulled the lid off.
And it slipped out of my hands.
It landed face up on the floor but the cornstarch exploded into a mushroom cloud that went straight up into my face.
I started to laugh and I went to the bathroom to show Dale because I knew he’d want to see. And that’s when I saw Doreen and her husband at the door. They started backing away, thinking Dale and I were doing something weird with whipped cream – oh my, right?
We all had a good laugh and I did my best to clean myself up but damn, that stuff sticks!
And, just for the record, I did have enough cornstarch for that pie.
But now I don’t.