aka: Chris was an idiot on Sunday!
3 weeks after my 36th birthday, I learned a valuable lesson. I was doing some house cleaning after the race on Sunday, and felt pretty good about it. I was taking care of things I had been putting off, etc. Well, that included half a sink full of semi-dirty dishes. I rinsed them off, and put them in the dish washer, but when I went to run it, I discovered I was out of dishwasher soap. So, I instead filled up the little cup with Dawn dish soap. Makes sense, right? Hehehe. NO.
Well, right after I started that load, the phone rang, and it was Debbie, the psycho witch with the great body that I dated for the better part of 8 years, but whom I hadn't heard from in over a year. She was, I'm guessing, about a week away from her PMS cycle because she was being sweet, romantic, and suggestive as hell on the phone. Well, being a guy, I enjoyed this, and stayed on the phone with her for 45 minutes. When I hung up, I walked back over towards the kitchen to hang the phone on it's charger, and I saw it. It actually scared me at first. "It" was a foot tall, wave shaped mass of soap bubbles that ran the length of my kitchen floor, and 2/3rds of it's width.
Joy.
I ended up mopping the kitchen floor on Sunday too. My Mom would be so proud.
Take care,
~Chris