Blah is angrygirl!

So bored! So annoyed! So... blahhhhh!

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The Tartar Sauce Incident

A few days ago, I was fixing myself some lunch. The evening before I made burgers, so I was having leftovers for lunch. Well, the previous night I realized that we were out of mayo. So, in an attempt to substitute something for mayo, I used tartar sauce. I know, not my swiftest moment, but I was desperate. Well, the night before someone put the tartar sauce in the fridge right side up (which is fine except it was almost empty). So, I had to shake the sauce to the top to get it out. And I was shaking it kinda forcefully. And repeatedly. And I guess the night before I didn't close the lid properly... so, the tartar sauce ended up going across the room, all over the floor, the walls, the window, under the table, on the chairs, and of course on top of the table.

Well, I had a huge laugh. And I attempted to clean it up (with a bum knee). It took several napkins, paper towels, and 2 1/2 Mr. Clean wipes. And I still don't think I got it all.

So, here's the lesson, don't substitute anything in the place of mayo. You thought I was going to say tighten and secure caps and lids. Nah! Way to easy.

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