After I dropped T. and R. off at school on Monday, I stopped by the grocery store to get something for dinner. Mr. Schmitty likes the orange Vitamin Water, so I wanted to buy him a few bottles. I reached up to the top shelf and grabbed a large bottle in each hand.
I suddenly felt something splash on me. The lid on the bottle in my right hand was cracked. I now had sticky orange drink all over my hands, in my hair, and on my jacket.
There happened to be an employee standing by, restocking shelves, so I handed her the broken container.
Upon returning home, I noticed that Mr. Schmitty had recently been there. I gave him a call to say that I was sorry I had missed him. I told him about getting doused with the drink, which had left strands of my hair sticky, hard, and stuck together.
He burst out laughing. I mean he really, REALLY went hysterical.
"Okay, hon, it's not THAT funny," I said.
"I did it!" He shouted into the phone between fits of laughter.
"Huh? You did what?" I asked, totally confused.
"The other night when I went to the grocery store, I dropped a bottle!" He was now sounding like he might hyperventilate.
"YOU broke that bottle? And you put it back?"
"Snort. Uh-Huh! SNORT!"
"You're an idiot."
So basically my husband set a booby trap for me at the grocery store. Only in my life could such a thing happen. This my friends, is a Schmitty Life!