Trauma on isle Amber

My lotion exploded in my purse.

This morning at work I was having a kind of awesome day. No one had been smart with me, I was on time to work, and I remembered my contacts. Around 10:30 one of the regular members at our branch, we'll call him Burt, came in to make his business deposit. A while ago I confessed to him my obsession with orange tic tacs. Burt now makes it a point to ask about my tic tacs. I discovered a new addiction, faily similar to tic tacs. It's the citrus life saver mints and today, another reason it was an excellent morning, I had an entire bag in my purse. I explained my new fixation with these candies, and as I was rambling I reached into my purse to show him an example. Much to my dismay there was Sweet Daydream all over the inside of my bag. Super. It only took an hour to clean up... no worries.

Also. Tonight I was at a park watching a movie with a group of kids my age. We were all set up on the grass and the movie was projected to us off the bed of a truck. In order to find myself in the lucious grassy meadow of comfort, I had to jump a foot and a half wide ditch... easy as pie. Too bad the other side was muddy. I was the first to hop over and as my right foot reached the opposite bank of the ditch my trusty Old Navy flip flop slipped and down I fell onto my knees in mud. Excellent. Capris are muddy, shoes are muddy, hands are muddy, and my knees are throbbing like they were thumped with a palate of cement. Suppressed giggles reached my ears and I watched my pride skip around the ditch, hop over the bean bag across from me, and scamper right on down the gravel road. See ya... traitor.