The Klutz Strikes Again

I should not be allowed to touch anything...ever. No plates with food on them, no cans full of soda, no glass vials full of insulin & especially no ice cream cones (my dad is laughing right now). I am probably the only person in the world who can knock myself out while carrying bed rails up two steps into the front door. But that is a long, painful story for another time.

Even when I am trying to prevent a mess I end up making one. Case in point, today when I tried to save Brian's dessert from the dogs. As usual, he got up and left his tray where they could easily reach it. In my attempt to push it away from the recliner, I knocked his full can of Coke off onto the floor.

Of course it didn't pour out into a neat little puddle--that would have been easy to clean up & that's not my style. Instead, it hit the ground with such a thud that the can dented & the Coke sprayed up into the air, completely hosing down the receiver, speakers, and Mallory's Jumperoo.

Before I could clean it up, the dogs licked up every little bit of Coke they could find. How appropriate that I was worried about them eating a little piece of pie crust & they ended up getting a whole can of Coca~Cola. Not to mention that while I was panicking they got the damn pie crust too.

If you have met my dogs, you know they don't need caffeine to raise hell. I will consider myself lucky if they blink tonight, let alone sleep.