When Beverages Attack

In case you didn't recognize me, yes that was me who parked outside the house, and was to lazy to make more than one trip into the house.

Yes, that was me that tried to pile everything into my arms so that I could carry it all into the house in one trip.

That was me who was chasing a can of pop down the hill.

That was me looking both ways before I ran into the street after my unrepentant can of soda.

That was me providing an endless source of entertainment to the neighbors who were watching me.

That was me who took a picture of it for my blog, as if you've never seen a dented can before. Well, I dunno. Maybe you haven't. Please don't judge me for drinking diet caffeine free. I am trying to cut down on my caffeine. Yes, I know water doesn't have any caffeine in it. Your point would be????

That was me who was refilling the Brita water pitcher by pulling the faucet sprayer over to the pitcher while it was on the counter.

That was me who let out an "Ahhhhh!" scream when the lid plopped closed and the water went all over the counter and floor instead. Twice.

That was me who cleaned off the top and then went and grabbed the camera to preserve the moment for posterity.

That was me wondering if I should explain the definition of "posterity:" (future generations).

That was my hubby who very calmly sat and watched me while I screamed, because he thought I was facing down a dangerous spider. I guess he was waiting to see who won. My guess is his money was on the spider.

That was me who ignored this poor guy while I wrote this post. Poor dog, he has beverage problems of his own and really needs to go out. So if you will excuse me, I will rescue him before his hind legs cramp up from crossing them.