… is what I did just now.
The beans that I had quick boiled this morning & then soaked for several hours.
The ones I was going to make dinner with.
The dinner I was working on, chopping all the requisite vegetables.
Before I knocked the colander of damp beans off the counter and onto the dirty kitchen floor.
The floor with the liberal amounts of dog and cat hair on it.
The kind of pet hair that sticks fast and relentlessly to damp, squishy beans.
Universe, I cry uncle.

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October 12, 2009 at 8:59 pm
Notorious Ph.D.
Ouch. I hate stuff like that. I feel like, were my roof to fall in on my head, I’d sit in the rubble and giggle at the absurdity of it all. But a colander of spilled beans or a broken shoelace when I’m in a hurry, and I fall to pieces.
October 12, 2009 at 9:04 pm
squadratomagico
Ahhh, pet hair, shmet hair. Think of it as extra calcium!
October 12, 2009 at 10:18 pm
disenchanted
acK! Cat hair is the bane of my existence.
October 13, 2009 at 1:08 am
Ink
What, you don’t like your beans hairy?
Seriously, awwwwwwww. I’m sorry.
October 13, 2009 at 1:40 am
bsgirl
I was able to resurrect dinner from the ashes of my clumsiness. Beans in the compost (way, way too much pet hair/dust for consumption purposes) and the veggies into a tasty pasta sauce.
But, I did shed a few tears of frustration first.
Damn beans.
October 13, 2009 at 2:19 am
Digger
Glad to hear you salvaged some dinner, and got some compost in the mean time. I hate HATE having the dropsies. Like the rest of the stress isn’t enough… lets go dancing
October 13, 2009 at 3:52 am
squadratomagico
… dancing..?
October 13, 2009 at 3:49 pm
Steel Magnolia
Bummer!
October 16, 2009 at 8:43 pm
undine
The universe is telling you to go out to dinner. Obey!