adventures with bean dip

ok, a stupid thing happened to me on the way home from church tonight. I was out there for Women's Night Out and had a lot of fun. On the way home I was traveling on a twisted country road and hear a noise that sounded like the lid coming off my crockpot. I fumble around trying to find the interior lights. Finally I find them and keep my car on the road. I am horrified to see the crockpot tipped over and bean dip oozing on the floor by the passenger seat.

I'm on a curvy narrow road and cannot stop to fix the situation. So I keep driving. Eventually I get to Grace Mennonite and pull over. I try to scoop up the dip using the lid. It sorta works. I also use my right hand. I quickly realize that its not going to get any better until I get home. So now I realize my hand is covered in bean dip and I have to drive. A brillant idea pops into my head. Problem: yummy bean dip is all over my hand. Solution: Lick off yummy bean dip! Simple yet brillant. WRONG.

It doesn't take long to realize that the bean dip had been on the floor and now I have fuzz and hair in my mouth. So I use my clean left hand to remove the yucky stuff and drive. Eventually my right hand dries so I can drive with both hands.

Finally I'm at home and can clean up the mess. In the house I discover bean dip on my new coat. Good Grief. Somehow I had patience. I kept thinking "this will make a really good story to blog about". :) I wipe up as much as I can in the freezing cold. I clean up my jacket and dump the bean dip. I guess I've done my stupid thing for the week.