Picture it, Sicily 1923... Ok, sorry. Just channeling Sophia from "The Golden Girls" for a second there. But seriously, picture it: me fixing dinner. The kids are in the living room playing, the windows are open, letting the gentle, clean breeze drift through the house. Uh-oh. The food is too hot for the kids. I don't want to put it in the fridge as I've got enough
crap stuff in there already. Ah, the window sill over the sink. The cool breeze with gently cool their plates. CRAP!!! Gentle breeze became strong gust! Plates have fallen out of the window! I traipse outside to see if anything is salvageable...not so much. I look up to see our teenage neighbor and her boyfriend snickering. Oh well. Chicken nuggets and macky-cheese it is then.
Yeah, that TOTALLY happened last night. I had made the kids some yummy meals and they simply FELL OUT OF THE WINDOW. There was chicken stew with rice, grapefruit segments, green beans and nilla wafers all down the side of the house. It's of note that the kitchen window is near the road, and is also visable to a major street. Wonder how many people saw?
Go on, laugh. I would laugh too. This kind of thing doesn't happen to everyone folks, only me and Lucy Ricardo. I hope this somehow brightened your day!