Bushwhacked

This morning, I opened the cupboard to pull out the container of oatmeal. That should have been an uneventful situation. But it wasn't.

As soon as I opened it, something fell out. A container of cocoa powder. Not just any container of cocoa powder, but one that had not been properly closed after the last use.

I bet you can't guess what happened.

My nice white socks were no longer white. My legs were covered in a fine brown powder. The floor was completely trashed.

"Kids!" I called. "Come here!"

They came. "Who was the last one to use the cocoa powder?"

My son looked at me. "Not me!"

My daughter looked at me. "Not me!"

I gave them one of my Mama glares. "I know it wasn't Schultz, Bootsy, or Dad. It was one of you. And I distinctly remember someone making brownies, yesterday."

I focused on my daughter.

"It wasn't me," she said. "It was my friend. She used the cocoa powder and put it back."

I sighed. Of course it was the friend. "Tell your friend to make sure all products are properly sealed, closed, and stacked, so this doesn't happen again!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

They scampered off, leaving me to clean up the mess. Oy gewalt!



On another note, I am very happy that my book, That Mama is a Grouch, won first place in the Family Matters Category of the 2015 Purple Dragonfly book awards. That makes me less grouchy! I know for many of you, this is going to be a shock, because I rarely post pictures,  but here's one of me with my book and certificate (taken after I washed off the cocoa powder):