Tonight AB was rifling around in the pantry looking for something. As he slid stuff back and walked off a most terrible thing happened.
A bottle of Rum and a bottle of Kahlua took a dive.
If you have seen our pantry I am sure you are wondering how this hasn't happened to this point. And truly, it isn't for lack of organizing skills that my pantry looks the way it does. It is the very flawed design. It is a very deep, dark closet. Even my mom has given up hopes of finding the organization key to it. My next house WILL have a walk in pantry. That is non-negotiable.
AB spent over an hour cleaning up the mess while I kept the kids occupied (picking up the house) and away from the mess.
Any idea what a mess that stuff is? Icky, sticky, glass ladened mess.
An hour later AB's mood lifted a little and he could finally sit down and eat dinner.
We agreed, at least it was the rum and kahlua. This post would have a different tone had it been the Jack.
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