The Adventures of Chicken Noodle Soup and no Coordination.

At lunch today I decided to make some chicken noodle soup because it's good and good for you. What I didn't realize is that my stupid hands would cause an accident of unimaginable proportions. I was walking to the dining room table to set the bowl down, and just as I was going for bowl-table interaction I dropped it and spilled the shit everywhere. The broth was so gross looking as it flowed wildly down the side of the table cloth and mixed in with all the weird dirt particles on the floor.










Then to make matters more annoying, Simon had to see the whole thing go down. And after that the usual Simon trademark of letting his two cents go flying all over the place was in full force.







I thought about leaving that rogue mess on the floor for mom to deal with. That would have been a nice present to come home to, but my small amount of judgment got the better of me. And of course there weren't any fucking paper towels to clean that Hellish nightmare up, so I had to sweep up the noodles with a broom and use a bathroom terry cloth to clean up the funky dirt-broth mixture. Today had to be the most annoying lunch in the history of the universe.