I opened the cupboard to reach for coffee, and WHAM--there was crash, and a thud, and suddenly I found myself covered in something sticky and sweet...
All up and down my arm, across my chest, stuck upon my hair and into my ear...
What the hell happened?
Some boobytrap, set by the bad gnomes maybe, or perhaps it was only Fate.
It took me a minute to ascertain what had transpired, and it was this: a quart of maple syrup, which had heretofore been situated quite (seemingly) calmly upon the top shelf, decided to take or was somehow compelled into taking a small leap forward, only to fall heavily down upon and into my unexpecting morning. It landed upright--a small concession, on its part--but the force of the impact blew its plastic lid full open, spewing its sappy, sticky, burned-gold sweetness all over the friggin' place...on my shirt, my pants, the floor, the counter, the other side of the room...
What gives? I mean seriously, what kind of nonsense makes a good couple pounds of sugar take a dive like that? Come on now...it's only Wednesday.
Frigging gnomes, I swear.
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What a sweet story. Sorry, I could not resist the pun.
I'm a sucker for those, too. Better to be a bit sappy, I guess, than stuck in a jam...
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