Sour Cream

Remember that first day of school outfit that I was going to take a picture of? Well, something happened before I could get that picture.

Ambrosia and I have decided to start bringing lunches for each other throughout the week again. Today was her turn---she brought chips and refried beans and salsa, but didn't have any cheese or sour cream. I did, however, have both sour cream and cheese in my fridge, so I put some cheese into a tupperware container and some sour cream into a tupperware container and went to work. At work, lunch was delicious. There was more than enough cheese and more than enough (non-fat) sour cream.

Today my horoscope told me to remember the laws of karma---I reap what I sow. Well, after work, I called my mom and talked to her all the way home---including the bus ride, which was very, very rude of me. As punishment, at one point, I reached into my bag (you know---that new one that complemented my ensemble so well that I chose to carry my books instead of putting them in my bag?) and felt something cold and wet. I pulled my hand out, and it had some white goop on it. I thought maybe my lotion had exploded in my bag. So I smelled it. It didn't smell minty, like my lotion. I rubbed it into my hands anyway. I put my hand back into my bag to assess the damage. It got covered in the stuff and I realized it was the sour cream.

I got home and dug deep into the bag to find my keys. They were so covered in the goop that I didn't dare use the key to open my front door. Instead, I banged on The Boy's window so that he would wake up (he works graveyard shift) and come open the door. What a mess.