The Honeycomb Disaster of 'O8

Upon retrospect, it was a terrible idea to drive with a full bowl of cereal on my lap. My rushed morning kind of snowballed--took off running too late this morning to leave a reasonable amount of time to get ready, didn't adjust running time, showered with two applications of shampoo, not to mention conditioner (time-consuming), blow-dried my hair almost all the way with a diffuser to try out the new curl scrunch stuff I just bought, debated shoe choices, etc., and STILL decided to have Honeycombs for breakfast. After all, I just bought the box last night and I was excited about the opportunity to actually have cereal again--I never have time for breakfast.

Well, my foot slipped off of the clutch at one point this morning (wearing my "Jesus sandals" that Chandra brought me back from Israel years ago) and then, to my utter bewilderment and shocked surprise, I was suddenly soaked by a wave of milk and renegade 'Combs. My hair, shirt, skirt, shoes, steering wheel, legs--even my underwear--were absolutely soaked with milk. I even found a puddle of milk in a pair of shoes that I had left just under my driver's seat. So I drove home, shook out honeycombs onto the lawn from my skirt, washed up and changed. When I got back into the car I kept finding more and more droplets of milk dripping inexorably down, down, down.

And I looked cute, darn it!