Master of Disaster

Some days I just seem to attract disaster. I know that. My family knows that. Anyone who has lived with me knows that. Today I was reminded of it. I had a volunteer meeting tonight so I went to the store to get some desserts and drinks to serve. I came back to the church and took everything to the kitchen, and pulled out a bottle of carbonated pomegranate juice. I figured I'd try it, so I set it on the counter and proceeded to open the bottle...red volcano! It shot all down my jacket, was running down my hands into my sleeves, all over the counter, cupboards and floor. Scenario #2 happened 10 minutes before the meeting began. I was making coffee in the commercial coffee maker, and it's a long story but the coffee pot only ended up being a quarter full. So I poured more water in and figured I better keep my eye on it and if it was going to overflow, I'd quickly move the other pot underneath. Well, being me, I got completely distracted and was surprised a few minutes later to hear a "sssssssss" sound. I looked over, dreading what I would see. Sure enough, the coffee was overflowing, and was running across the counter and pouring onto the floor. So now I smell like a mixture of coffee and pomegranates, have a jacket in need of a washing machine, and a bag full of wet tea towels that are probably stained so badly they're going to need bleaching. On a side note, my meeting went really well, although only 8 out of about 30 volunteers came. The sun'll come out....tomorrow.....