Sunday afternoon, I was getting our table ready for some burritos. I went to the fridge and took out a bottle of picante sauce and shook it up. Man, picante sauce went flying everywhere! Someone—eh, could have been me—didn’t screw the top on tightly and when I shook it, the stuff went flying everywhere. I was furious but after a while I calmed down and started laughing about it. Our kitchen looked like a murder scene out of some low-budget horror flick with gore slung onto the walls, the table, and the floor—practically everywhere.
Just thought I’d pass on something funny for you on a Tuesday afternoon. And we did finally eat our burritos that day.