Bought a blender but couldn’t wait to try it..even though it’s 11 pm..so I thought..”How loud could it really be……..” 3 minutes later:
Insert much cursing here__________________.
Umm….OMG. Loud. It was loud. Like a plane in my kitchen. Like a toddler who’s not had a proper nap. Like me without a coffee in the morning. Loud! It was sooooo loud! I hit the stop button like a frightened gazelle. I was waiting for the knock on my door whereby I would beg for forgiveness while holding onto whatever neighbors leg it happened to be attached to. Nobody knocked… ::Huge sigh of relief::
Soo..there I was with slightly crushed frozen fruit, vanilla ice cream and a guilty look. Did I give up? Hahahaha! Have we met? I grabbed a spoon and mashed the heck out of that thing. Smoothie contents went left, it went right, it went onto my floor and into my hair. It was EVERYWHERE but By gosh! I had me a smoothie. Smoothie…hahaha…irony gets this point.
I looked at my kitchen..covered in goop and….laughed. I laughed soo soo hard. I am in my apartment. My own apartment. With my brand new blender. And it’s covered in goop.
Life is wonderful. Truly. It’s these weird moments that remind me that even the goop is gooooood.
Anyone want a smoothie? Umm..tomorrow?