It was all good until it was less good and then it was just bad.
When Matt entered the room, he didn't notice until he got close to the walls; the rug; the couch; Her Majesty, the blessed womb chair.
Lucy had called in a panic. "There is a coffee everywhere. It was an essplosion on the walls. Everywhere."
"Have you told Matt?"
"No. No. I did not."
Carly and I rushed over wielding a magic eraser, but the damage was done. Little brown specks covered the entire room.
As a stand-alone incident it would have been bad enough, but there was already the garbage- disposal-spoon-eating incident (parts 1-4), the wrong-detergent-in-the-washing-machine disaster, and the randomly-turning-off-the-air-conditioning self-appointment of 2007 (ongoing).
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2 comments:
oh.
dear.
my (not sarky, actually genuine) condolences to mattblumphotography.
balls? we can say?
sarah
we have a miracle stain remover that got red wine out of our cream chair. call me 4 advice. -alc
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