White Shirt Meet Chili
So this morning I get dressed and I put on Ava’s favorite white shirt (for me to wear) … I grab the left over chili from last night for my lunch … she says “You probably shouldn’t eat the chili if you are going to wear that white shirt I just don’t want it ruined” I say “Honestly I’d be more worried about me spilling coffee on it.” ……. Lunch time goes by no spills …. no drips … I walk away victorious. I take my bowl to the kitchen to clean it out …. water hits the bowl … chili water splatters on the sleeve of my shirt. I guess I learned my lesson … never wash dishes again.