Remember that crappy day I just told you about? This. just. happened. I was walking into my house from the garage, carrying six bags of groceries. (Keep in mind, I have an OCD, control-freak side of me. Thus, ever since I have been little, I refuse to take two trips from the car into my house when carrying groceries. I have been known to carry up to 13 bags at a time – just to avoid an extra trip. Sure, my arms nearly bleed from the weight of the heavy bags, but I refuse to go back to the car more than once. It’s kind of my thing.) Sorry, I digress.
Anyway, I’m coming into the garage carrying my groceries, minding my own business, and then this happened. SPLAT! All over my rug. All over my leg. All over the door. Glass and baby squash everywhere. Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!