Friday, March 4, 2011

Dealing With a Bad Hand

I had one of those "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" slow motion moments just now when I inadvertently dumped most of the broth from my Ramen noodles down that tiny slot between my counter and my stove. (I know, Ramen noodles - Ha Ha!) I don't know how it happened. My hands have poured noodles from a pan to a bowl many times. Why is it that they suddenly decided to pour the soup elsewhere?

Did I begin the pour with too much gusto? I don't know but I am certainly not pulling the stove out to sop up that broth. It can lay there and congeal with all the other food particles I've lost down there over the years.

Last week I decided to cut my bangs. I'm a beauty school drop out, I can handle it. Or so I thought. I looked in the mirror and deduced that the very best length at which to cut them would be the bridge of my nose. Excellent! Good plan Kelly! I opened up the medicine cabinet to pull out my scissors. I held the scissors in my hand and closed the door, peering in the mirror. Then I proceeded to wack off a chunk of hair at my eyebrow line, not the bridge of my nose. What the??!!! WE HAD A PLAN. WHY DID MY HAND NOT FOLLOW THE PLAN?!

That slight of hand left me with Audrey Hepburn - Breakfast at Tiffany's bangs. Only she could pull it off. And I'm pretty sure she didn't cut them herself. I don't know what's happening to me. I don't know why my hands are sabotaging everything I do. Maybe this is a side effect from eating so many Ramen noodles from the Dollar Store.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The spill could have been much worse. Years ago when my son was small, he pulled a bowl of jello I was making, off the kitchen counter and it spilled all over the cold, winter floor, ran under the counter and set up almost instantly. Nasty little mess to clean up. I've done the bang thing too...get out the ball cap ! (I'm also a beauty school drop out !)