The past week has been busy and mostly fluid in nature.
I spilled things everywhere I went.
First at the office: spilled water one day all over my just-out-of-the-printer-abstracts, barely missing the computer and the thousand dollar BV USB key. Then next day to the immense relief of everyone at the office, I managed to knock over left-over-whiskeyfilledchocolates-from-christmas right into the recycle bin.
Dinner with Sophie: nudged the ginger ale can over and dropped the 'Pani' (water) of the 'Pani puri' in shock of knocking the gingerale can....both right on my jeans. Tried to wipe as much as possibly and proceed with dinner (side note: never order kebabs at Motimahal in Gerrard India Bazaar, its *gag* microwaved). Then, if you can believe it, I knocked over the gingare ale can AGAIN! WTF. I'm sure my jeans are forever bleached from the effect. And then I had to walk, 'a few blocks' (make that 'too fucking long' soph!), in what felt like -20 degrees, to the TTC stop, in my by-then-frozen-solid pants. Thank god my dad picked me up when I reached Mississauga.
Weekend at my sister's: tried to open the 'chitay pitha(basically dough) soaked in sugared creamy milk' dish that my mother made for them and spilled the milk(the best part) all over the counter,floor,myself. my sister wasn't amused. but then she doesn't know my weeks history.
And just today: spilled my whole month's supply of iron pills in my bag and made it worse by tring to pick them up. I'm sure I'll find those pesky red pills under the table months later.
Hold on! Those weren't liquid! Me worried about this week now. You just know I'll be slipping and landing on my much-solid ass right in the middle of a salsa lesson.
Will keep yall posted.
*goes grudignly back to work*