E.V.Uh-Oh!

First, props to Tara for giving me the blog title.

Second, the story behind the blog title. Yet another thing I can (or choose to) blame on Pat-On-A-Hot-Tin-Roof. So I'm thinking I'm all that the other night because I had cooked chicken and put out all the ingredients necessary for the next night's dinner. I had the recipe book open on the counter and was reaching for my cookbook stand which is behind our bottles of olive oil and balsamic vinegar when I knocked the bottle of E.V.O.O. onto the counter where it smashed into a million pieces and went EVERYWHERE! Floor, stove, fridge, counter, Kristyn, Kristyn's clothes, and Kristyn's slippers.

I must confess I dropped some bombs, which aroused Christian's curiosity, for next thing I knew he was standing in front of me trying to hold back the laughter. As I stripped down to nothing and hurried to get my clothes in the washing machine (for my 3rd load of laundry that night), my amazing husband cleaned up every last drop of oil and even cut the bottom of his foot on a rogue piece of glass that somehow managed to make it's way to the hallway outside our bedroom door. (what the?)

All this to say, yet another pregnancy incident that normally wouldn't happen sans fetus. I'm not a klutz. I don't drop stuff. I don't normally walk into doorways and corners and walls either (okay, I do do that normally, but not as frequently). Does it get any better after the baby arrives or should I be prepared for worse things?

In the meantime, the one benefit of this ordeal is amazingly soft skin. Plus, I'm glad it wasn't the balsamic vinegar!