I dropped a bratwurst on the floor tonight and cried.
Because there was mustard everywhere — even on my shirt — especially on my shirt.
And because the the bun landed splat down on the ground — there was no saving it — not with a husky in the house.
and for some reason I cried about it
my husband cleaned it up, fixed my plate, gave me his toasted bun and I went to change shirts
two hours later
I just looked down at the fresh shirt
There are guacamole stains all down it.
One more final to go.