The Result of Domestic Violence

My husband really ticked me off one day and this is what resulted...


Ha ha...no not really...

We had gone to Waynesville and Fort Leonard Wood one Saturday and came back late.

I made little pizzas for a really quick supper. I always use spaghetti sauce instead of pizza sauce because it's easier on our digestion for some reason.

In any case, I had a huge can of the stuff and was separating it out into smaller portions to freeze. Like a bonehead would; I got distracted and left a bag of the stuff propped up and still open on the counter. Well, as you might have guessed from the photo, it fell over and poured the better part of its contents all over my floor.

Just so you know; spilled spaghetti sauce will really smell up the place for a bit. And it's not fun to clean up either.

Comments

jel said…
I just know it was going to happen one of these day! poor G.

I told dh to see what happens when ya tick someone off, and ya scared him~~~~~BAD !!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOL
January 28, 2012 at 4:19 PM
Calfkeeper said…
jel-haha...tell your dh it might happen to him some day; you never know. lol
January 30, 2012 at 8:02 PM
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