Kitchen Collisions!

Morning ladies & gentlemen let me pose question: is there a room in your residence where accidents frequently happen? Is there a space in your dwelling when you enter alone things fall, break, shatter, splatter, crack or down right disintegrate with out reason or explanation? I have not had this phenomena occur in any room I occupy for an extended length of time, but after several instances of Jeanine being in the kitchen alone and I hear phrases such as “DAMN IT! OH MAN!” or expletives uttered at an exceptional velocity I’ve concluded this room does exist in our home and it is the kitchen. This morning’s incident was especially sweet.
I work at night now to accommodate my school schedule and don’t usually get home till around 11:00PM. I try to unwind by playing Halo 3 and killing as many beefcake looking alien creatures as possible. Helps me sleep at night. I wanted a snack, but the fridge and cupboards were rather bare so I made myself a bowl of cereal. After completing my mission of chomping on breakfast and defeating the invading alien armies of earth it was time for bed. The kitchen is rather close to our bedroom and since it was around 2AM I left some items I used out so I did not make a lot of noise putting them away. (Items left out: cereal, bowl, sugar).
Jeanine crawled out of bed around 8:00AM. A few moments later I heard “DAMN IT!” I did not awaken to investigate since Chloe sometimes leaves us a simmering pool of urine on the kitchen floor in the mornings. I figured I’d had enough of those delightful gestures for eight lifetimes. Not long after Jeanine requested my assistance. I walked to the kitchen door way and saw her on the floor not cleaning up urine but sugar, piles and piles and piles of sugar.
“What happened?” I inquired.
“You left the sugar out and I knocked over!”
I looked curiously at her and asked, “Are you somehow blaming me for you knocking over an entire vat of sugar?” (Seriously it was a vat of sugar! Now I’m wondering why on earth do we have so much sugar? We don’t use that much sugar in a year. I think that’s the same vat of sugar from our old apartment). I suppose perhaps some how it was my fault since I control the appendage, which smacked the vat of sugar sending it sprawling all over the kitchen like the snow we haven’t received in Philly this winter. Now that I think about it, it was a rather festive scene. Thus our weekend has gotten off to a “sweet” start and I’m looking forward to my feet getting stuck to the kitchen floor for the next few days. (Beats stepping in urine)


Calvin