Why, you ask?
Well, I had just taken the ham out of the oven, and sliced up a gigantic sandwich on a hoagie bun with really fresh tomatoes. I grabbed a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge and started popping open the tab. It exploded. Right in my face. And all over the kitchen, the walls, the floor, the cabinets.
I wiped up everything last night and mopped the floor. This morning the floor is sticky, so I obviously didn't do such a good job. The coffee pot is sticky. The canisters are sticky. The stove is sticky. The cabinets are sticky. So I have to scrub down everything tonight.
I had to wash my glasses three times to get the sticky off. Then I got in the shower and just rinsed my hair without shampooing it. This morning, you guessed it, sticky.
Kinda makes me wonder what that stuff is doing to my insides........
Oh, this is funny. When I posted the winner on the 10-10-10 give-away, I just noticed that my post was made at 10:10 a.m. That was purely chance. Reminds me of the time in the early '70s that I ran in the 7-Eleven by my house and grabbed a couple of things. Then I wrote the check, on 7/11 to 7-Eleven for $7.11. I wonder if something strange happened to me on that day, too!