If you visit this blog at all, you know I like to showcase the hubs work on Wednesdays. This is a slight departure, though still a “scenic route.” Here’s the story behind the photograph:
We were in Austin where our son was receiving his Masters degree. Trouble finding a place to eat in a city on a Friday night resulted in a rush to eat and get to airport to collect our daughter. The hubs had them pack up his veal chop and then he “stowed” it on the dashboard. A yellow light and a sharp turn later, his veal chop made a many points landing in/on my purse.
I won’t try to recapture the dialog that followed this epic flight of the veal chop. It is probably only funny to those of us in the car. He did protest when I started taking pictures for a blog post, but what else was I supposed to do? Everything I might have used to clean it up were deep in the purse, under noodles and chop.
The hubs handled most of the removal (he missed a spot behind the door handle) and we did make it to the airport on time. My purse did not fare as well. Grease stains and a whiff of veal when the wind is right do not bode well for its future as a receptacle for my valuables. It was a good purse, too, not perfect, but good.
While the hubs didn’t do it on purpose, there is some doubt as to his remorse. Had I not been so close to so many noodles, there might have been a high five or two. Next week we will return to our regularly scheduled, awesome hubby photos, but this week I conclude with these important questions:
What is the worst thing to befall a purse or briefcase or other favorite item? Have you ever sent a veal chop sailing at impressive speed? If you haven’t, is it on your bucket list? Will it be on your bucket list now?
Comments are entered into my monthly drawing for a $10 AnaBanana gift card. I love her products, not the least because they never smell of veal. Winner is announced the first blog post of the new month.
While you’re passing through my blog, I hope you’ll pop over and check out my landing page, where I feature photos TAKEN by the hubs, rather than damage DONE by the hubs. I also have a website, devoted to all things bookish, well, it’s devoted to my books. Which are (painfully) slowly being released in audio.
Perilously and purse-lessly yours,
by Pauline Baird Jones