I’m On a Roll

Yesterday, I took a big swallow of hot soup. It burned a path from my tongue all the down to my gullet. I instantly set the soup aside and grabbed my beverage for relief.

It offered no relief.  I’d washed the burning soup down with a cup of hot coffee.

Now I am pretty much afraid to move.  I am thinking about booking a vacation. I have a cheap caribbean coupon code — but considering my luck and the spelling on the offer I fear where I might actually end up.

It isn’t just the one incident that made me skeptical though.  On Sunday Amoeba had music practice so he went to church about an hour and a half before I did. I used my time to bustle around the house and tidy up a few things. I made the bed, put in a load of laundry, started the dishwasher and then sat down to read for a bit. Suddenly I realized I had to scoot to get to church on time. I shot out of the house and into the car. The garage door opened onto a very wet world of pouring rain.

I drove to church and parked in the back parking lot, then opened the car door and looked down. Sure enough, I parked next to a mud puddle. I would have to step very carefully.

I looked down at myself. I was wearing a lovely chiffon blouse, my black dress slacks, and bright-pink fuzzy bedroom slippers.

There was no time to go home and change. There was no way I was wearing pink fuzzy bedroom slippers to church, and there was no way I was missing the service.

That day I honored the hallowed ground appropriately. If anyone noticed, they never said a word.

So what’s next?  And if stupidity comes in threes, do I really want to find out?

40 thoughts on “I’m On a Roll

  1. well,whatever comes next (if it comes), i hope you live to tell it in as amusing way as you told these.
    cold feet would kill me, and washing hot stuff with more hot stuff? ouch!

    • I think it came already. I opened the sliding glass door and went out to enjoy a beautiful day – -and the neighbors cat came in. We played a little game of “run around the house” and the cat felt compelled to leave the way it came.

    • Linda — my niece called me once from work and said, “Do me a favor. Go in my bed room and pick up one of my black shoes and bring it to me. It doesn’t matter which one because I already have the other.”

  2. I remember I got all the way to work one Sunday Night wearing my Bedroom Slippers. I still had time to go back home and put my Shoes on. Thanks for the quick chuckle {Except for you burning your Throat}. Hope you are feeling better now.

  3. See, you should always put ice in your beverages. I never drink hot coffee or hot tea. Iced all the way, baby!

    I was going to say something cute about dementia, but decided against it.

  4. I will often wear my bedroom slippers purposely out of the house if I have to pick up the kids from somewhere and do not have to get out of the car. I always say a little prayer that I don’t break down or have to get out of the car for some reason or another!

  5. Gooooood grief! I’ve never burnt tongue AND gullet … I’m more known for making a stupendous MESS when too hot hits my tongue! And I’m just LUCKY I don’t own slippers anymore…. but ya know… you could just claim “habit” – you came from HAWAII – it’s acceptable there! What did AMOEBA say??? That poor man…

    • Melli — I was intent on what I was doing and just picked up the cup and swigged – -as if I hadn’t just boiled the soup! At least the coffee had cream. It was a shade cooler.

  6. Uh, sorry for the hot soup with coffee…. hope your throat has recovered by now!
    But the pink slippers, hilarious, I’ve just pitcured that in my mind 😉

  7. I never figured you for a pink fuzzy slippered kind of gal, I am learning so much ! *wink*
    It does sound like you deserve a vacation tho!
    (((hugs)))

    • Amanda – -they were a present from my niece and to tell you the truth I was rather appalled at the color, but 5 years later I am kind of fond of their warm snugginess and the way they fit my feet.

  8. I am sorry about that hot soup. I do it sometimes with coffee…no good, no fun…
    I would have loved to see a picture of you attending the service 🙂
    My friend bought a very comfortable pair of shoes. So comfortable she went back and got the shoes in another color. Only to find herself one morning at the office wearing …one of each !
    🙂

    • Marcee – -check my comment to Linda up above, I think you’ll like it. 😉 I hid the offending pink slippers in the church library and went into the sanctuary in my stocking feet.

  9. Don’t worry, these things happen to me quiet often. I already went with slippers shopping without realizing it (only when I came back and wanted to put on my slippers) I wore them in the office while working until somebody told me and once even to a cocktail party at my neighbour, but there I could go home and change quickly. I realized it just before I rang at the door, lol !

  10. Luckily I had put my coffee cup down before I read the end of this story! hahaha Sorry, not laughing AT you. 🙂
    You do need a vacation!

    • Betty — actually, I think I have been vacationing too long! I need to get back to work. I am losing my ability to pay attention!

    • Akelamalu — nope. I went to church in my stocking feet. Remember, God said to Moses, “Take off your sandals. You are standing on hallowed ground.”

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