Dropping in

Over the weekend I for a certain period of time could not keep anything in my hands. Everything I touched was an experiment with gravity. Sir Isaac Newton would be proud. But I would rather have a fig newton. Here are two main things that I had the misfortune of remembering dropping. Wendy was out having a girls day. I was taking care of Joy and it was lunch time. I go to the freezer to pull out some chicken nuggets. It was like a lost game of Jenga. I would pull one thing and five others would move. We had recently been to the grocery store and loaded up on some manager specials. They treated me special alright. So I would push them back to be assaulted again. The Wendy's coffee canister fell to the floor. The impact opened the lid. So coffee grounds are on the floor. At this point I am irate. Fortunately, some coffee was saved, but I am sure I lost about half. I place the container back in the freezer. Probably more forcefully than necessary and scoop up the remnant to the trash can. Now the kitchen smells like coffee. There are worse smells I suppose. Some time later, not sure how long transpired, I am making breakfast. I am doing my alternating routine, so it is cereal. Since we have bananas in the house I like to put them in the cereal. It is a way of getting a fruit serving and feeds my compulsion of adding toppings to things. I pull the peeling off the banana. Sometimes I cut as I go, but today I pulled the banana completely out. The banana breaks in my hand. The escapee lands right in the trash can. My reaction is okay, I do not see anything disgusting in the trash can. So I pick it out and put in my cereal. George Costanza style. I always joke that if I am alone my eating habits are bizarre and I eat what is available. Those are just a couple of things that dropped into my mind. I am sure that after reading my exploits people's confidence levels and stomach will drop.