Sunday night is never a cleaning night. I don't remember a time that Linda got home from church and did anything other than eat a light dinner, check her email, (sometimes walk us), and then read before bed. Tonight, she spent 30 minutes cleaning the kitchen floor, counters and draws. Why? The reason was one gazillion orange sprinkles covering the floor, counter and stove! Some even went into the silverware draw. Linda went to get something out of the cabinet and the mega-size container of orange sprinkles came tumbling down. When she tried to catch it, the lid popped off and sprinkles went everywhere. It was one of those "should I laugh, cry or scream" moments. What came out was a combination laugh/noooooooo scream. Chim and I ran for cover because we didn't know what was going on. Poor Linda. She'll probably be finding orange sprinkles in the kitchen for the next 6 months.
