The night my kitchen attacked me

It was well after dark; bedtime. John was away on a business trip. I really should have already been in bed, but I wanted a cup of hot tea to take to bed with me.

Once in the kitchen, I talked myself into fixing a little, half-cup of hot chocolate instead of tea. It had been a long day after all. I got the chocolate from the cabinet and turned on the teapot for hot water. I stood by the counter, sleepy, lost in drifting thought, waiting for the teapot.

Suddenly there was an enormous crashing to my right. Before I could even turn to look, I realized something was attacking me! Aah! Aah! Aah! It hurt! Or wait…it didn’t hurt, it was cold and wet and in my eyes! Or wait…what? Wet? I was being sprayed by someone – or something. Everywhere!

A second round of crashing commenced as I ran toward the far end of the kitchen and toward a possible escape route out the back door. I turned to look behind me and there, piled all over the floor below the pantry were cans; dozens of cans of soda and La Croix sparkling water. I looked down and realized I was drenched in soda.

A diet Dr. Pepper had attacked me! There was soda everywhere. In my hair, on my dress, my legs and feet, and all over the kitchen. Soda on the cabinets, soda on the wall, soda on the ceiling, soda 8 feet away in the dining room.

Why, oh why, did I decide to have a cup of tea at bedtime? It took me 45 minutes to clean all the soda out of the pantry, and off the cabinets, the wall, the ceiling, and the floor. And then I had to shower before I could go to bed.

I had pictures for you, but then I took my phone for a dunk in the pool before I downloaded them, so I don’t have pictures anymore. It’s been a bit of a week!

As I no longer have any pictures of exploding soda cans, here’s a more serene take on current life here in Tucson to brighten your day. I took this picture of a nearby neighbor’s house when I was out on a walk recently. Those oranges look so tempting!

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