The ear doctor is an only child. And he is a very coordinated only child.
Growing up his family was close friends with another family. A loud, child-filled, chaotic family. A family that had a "spiller". Every time the ear doctor's family went over to share a big dinner with these friends the inevitable would occur. Either the milk glass was poised a little too close to the table edge or the casserole dish was too heavy for little hands to securely pass. Whatever the impetus, the result was flying food...usually into someone else lap.
This so frustrated the child version of my fastidious husband that he remembers the angst to this day.
Fortune is a cruel, cruel mistress.
As much as I hate to admit it, he married himself a spiller. (the horror!)
This week I've been really trying to work overtime. Translation = multiple meals this week have been consumed while taking in this view:
Which, for a spiller like me is quite precarious. Electronic device poised directly below the take-off strip from bowl to mouth? A recipe for disaster.
3 comments:
I spilled an entire pitcher of lemonade next to my desktop CPU once. I apparently temporarily had super-human strength as I plucked the CPU up over my head while watching the keyboard get fried. But hey, I saved one of 'em right? Your husband would be horrified. But I sympathize - my daughter is an only and has similar reactions of dismay.
Thanks for dropping by to visit!
My husband is the spiller in his family. :)
Thanks for stopping by my new blog! I had to laugh at this post because when I got home tonight, my fiance told me that I had spilled coffee on his laptop this morning! Now, I am banned from his laptop! Geez.
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