Tuesday, August 09, 2005

I meant to do that.

So, I went out for lunch with a friend today. I walked into the restaurant lobby, opened the nearest door, and almost walked straight into the broom closet.

Poor feng shui, in my book.

In all other books, it was just typical me, in public. At least I didn't drop anything big and clangy this time. Or make a puddle. (Not that kind, silly.)

I'd blame it on the BOURBON chicken, but I did the closet thing before I did the chicken thing.

Bourbon chicken. Poppy-seed dressing. Good thing I didn't get pulled over on the way home, huh.