Ribs gone wrong!

Have you ever had one of those days

when it seems like so many things go wrong

that you just have to laugh?

Well, today was a day like that for me.

It started out normal enough.

I went to a Zumba class which was great.

I enjoyed it so much and came home with so much energy

that I mopped the floor, beat out my throw rugs,

scrubbed the kitchen and bathroom

and vacuumed the living room.

And then came dinner.

The witching hour.

The time when the women are separated from the girls.

I made a promise to myself that I would cook a full meal

every night for the remainder of this month.

I was well on my way with two pyrex pans full of ribs in the oven.

I was feeling like suzy homemaker

and couldn't wait for David to come home

to a clean house and a hot meal.

Halfway through the ribs cooking time,

I always take the pan out and drain the fat.

This is one of those times when in one single instant

everything can go terribly wrong.

At some point the hot pan touched a bit of cold water on the counter

and burst into a zillion shards of blue glass!

The undrained fat splattered all over my newly mopped floor

and the disposal in the sink was full of glass!

It took me 45 minutes to get it all cleaned up.

We still had one pan of ribs that survived,

but it was not enough to feed my family.

I ran back out to the store to buy another pack of ribs.

I found what I needed

and proceeded to place it on the conveyor belt in the check out line.

There must have been a hole in the package of ribs

because as soon as I picked it up out of my cart,

it ripped open and ribs fell out all over the conveyor belt!

At this point all I could do was laugh.

I tried to pick them up and put them back in the package,

but they are slippery little suckers

and one slipped out of my hand and into my open purse!

Ewwwwwwwww!!!

Thankfully, the line of people behind me were patient

and laughing with me as I ran back to grab another pack of ribs.

As I type this, the second batch of ribs is in the oven,

and David and I will finally have our dinner at about 8:30 tonight.

Sometimes "Murphy" just comes to live in your house, doesn't he?

The secret is to find beauty in the chaos

and to make lemonaide out of lemons right?

Some of those shattered blue glass pyrex pieces caught the sun

streaming through the kitchen window

in such a way that they were actually beautiful.

I kept several of them and used them to decorate

my window box coffee table.

Now whenever I think I'm having a bad day,

I can look at those pieces of glass

and be be reminded to look for the silver lining.

Because there always,

always

is one.