So it’s Shrove Tuesday. In my little world this means our annual Shrove Tuesday Pancake Feed. Our church youth put on this dinner for the congregation in the hopes that they’ll give us a little money to send these kids to places like youth gatherings. It’s a fun time, but tiring on us adults. In previous child-free years I helped set up, cook and clean up. Luckily, since I now have a child I get to bag out a little bit early so I can put Senor Overstimulated to bed.
Needless to say, I flipped pancakes from 4:00 to 6:30 tonight. By the time I got into my car I stunk so bad of hot griddle I’ll be lucky to never eat another pancake. (consequently, I only ate one the entire time) I immediately walked in the front door to the shower. I sat down to watch some Super Tuesday results and thought a nice glass of wine sounded good. We don’t have any wine in the house. Next best thing, port. There’s always a bottle of port in our house.
I took some time while the trusty husband bathed the child to check my email and read blogs. I set my glass on the kitchen table so I could drink it while I watched TV later, but trusty husband brought it into me at my desk. I had the glass sitting in front of me and went to reach for my mouse when my hand hit the glass. Thus knocking my lovely glass of port all over my Wacom Pen Tablet, the monitor and all over my desk. And if you know anything about port, that shit is sticky when it dries.
So here is this frantic, over tired woman running through the house yelling obscenities trying to find a towel as the sticky drink seeps into the buttons on my tablet. It was quite the sight.
The trusty husband was no help. He just said there is no shorting out my tablet to get a new one*.
That’s what I get for trying to be all sophisticated. I blame the trusty husband. I knew what I was doing by leaving my drink on the table. Damn. I really wanted that drink.
*Update this morning: She’s dead Jim. Now I really need that drink.