The said sugar syrup splashed over the entire contents of the refrigerator, ran down into the veggie bin and out unto the recently cleaned floor. When I happened onto the scene DH was smearing it around with damp paper towels in an ill-conceived notion he was cleaning it up....not working. He had managed to track it all over the kitchen, and get it, not only on the counter top, but on the cupboard fronts as well.. How I'm not sure, but he did.
Now I tend to be the silent angry type.... stewing internally and fantasizing a appropriate revenge. But on this occasion I lost it and found a whole new vocabulary to express my feelings at the moment. From that moment on watermelon is not only not allowed in the refrigerator, it is not allowed in the house. If he buys a watermelon he has to keep it on the porch in an ice chest.
Even though I spent hours scrubbing the kitchen and refrigerator and its contents from top to bottom, days later I would find a sticky spot in an odd place. Remember all the positive feelings I was getting from house cleaning therapy? ....well this incident managed to negate all that... no more warm and fussy feelings for my new mop...
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7 comments:
OMG, sounds like Ron pulled a “Bruce”. We had the same thing happen here a couple years ago; just substitute a six-pack of beer for the watermelon and a pitcher full of cold coffee for the sugar water. Bruce now has his own little dorm-size refrigerator down in his laBORatory in which to keep his beer. And peace reigns over my kitchen.
typical man, what a mess you had to clear up trying to picture both the scene when you can across the disaster and the cleaning up process, you will not forget about this in a hurry nor will DH
Oh man! I can sympathize with you! It`s the reason why we keep a second drive in the laundry room. Terry can never find anything in the fridge and if he bothers to look in the back he rearranges everything so the door no longer closes, which of course he doesn't notice.
When we clean it CAN be therapy, but not when it's cleaning up someone else's mess. In his defense, he DID try to do it himself!
Xx, Carol
My watermelon nightmare involves two grandchildren (old enough to know better 18 and 21) One (21 year old) decided to give watermelon to the other (18 year old) to carry by tossing to him. 18 year old did want to carry so he batted back to brother. Only problem was watermelon exploded all over kitchen and two young men laughed. Wrong reaction; their normally calm grandmother (me) exploded and they heard language they had never heard from their grandmother and were made to clean up the mess with her supervision. Like the boys dad and uncles told them; "You only have to see Grandma explode once to remember to think twice before you act."
That said we still love watermelon.
Another day of smiles and the good humor feeling you brought to me. I have never been a lover of watermelon mostly because of the seeds and the mess of it all. Poor boys of mine maybe enjoyed three watermelons in their lifetime of growing up in my household. Still wondering if the watermelon seed I swallowed is the reason I have a big tummy.
Watermelon is an outside thing - never to be brought into the house. You only have to drop one once to know what a mess will be created. Those things are a menace!
tooooo funny! Enjoyed your watermelon post!
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