A few weeks before our anniversary I realized that I was scheduled to teach a lesson at my church (a Relief Society Lesson). I knew Shay wanted to make plans for us to go somewhere for the entire weekend, but luckily Shay was so supportive (as usual) and was fine with us having to plan around my lesson schedule (No worries, we had a wonderful two night stay at the Homestead and had plenty of time to get back in time for my lesson).
Well when church was over, and I had given the lesson, I was so excited to share with Shay the things I felt prompted to say to the sisters in my church and the deeper lessons I learned while teaching (I have learned long ago that teachers always learn more than the student if preparation and prayers given). I talked all the way home (that isn't very far ---we live less than an 1/4 of mile from our ward house) and all the way up our 3 flights of stairs to our condo. We entered the kitchen, and while we both were trying to get a something to eat, I continued to share with Shay my thoughts and feelings. I spread my notes out on the counter to show him. It was then that it happened. I had gone into the pantry to get a soda. While turning around I dropped the can. It hit the floor pretty hard and the top part of the can (where the tab is) was now bulging out. I thought, "great now how am I suppose to open this." As I am thinking this I place it down on the counter.....now remember, Shay is right next to me making himself a sandwich......when it EXPLODES!!! Not a squirt out the top, not a burst like one sees on T.V. when Liquor is opened....OH NO, it EXPLODES! I was looking down at it while I set it down and I almost thought my eye was taken out. It SOAKED both Shay and me. Shay was stunned, I was in shock. My entire self was dripping in soda and so was Shay. We were silent for a moment and then began to laugh. I didn't know there was that much liquid in one can of soda. I quickly ran into the bathroom to get the soda soaked clothes off and returned to see what else might have gotten wet.......when I came back to the kitchen I was SHOCKED! There was soda EVERYWHERE! I quickly nabbed my neighbor to come and take a picture so that we would be able to document this disaster!
Shay did not like the idea of a picture and quickly changed out of his soaking wet shirt....but we were both soaked!
All of my lesson pages were ruined.
Every wall in the kitchen was speckled with soda.
The cupboards too.
My stove, behind where I placed the can, was hit.
The picture above our pantry was pelted.
The fridge wasn't able to escape the wrath of this can.
Even the ceiling had soda on it!!!
It took us quite awhile to get the soda off everything (actually the other day I opened the pantry and found some speckled soda on a inward facing wall---how does that happen???). Luckily, we decided to laugh about it.....instead of cry! What a fun anniversary!
BTW: Soda can remove paint I have learned---the hard way. :-(
Well when church was over, and I had given the lesson, I was so excited to share with Shay the things I felt prompted to say to the sisters in my church and the deeper lessons I learned while teaching (I have learned long ago that teachers always learn more than the student if preparation and prayers given). I talked all the way home (that isn't very far ---we live less than an 1/4 of mile from our ward house) and all the way up our 3 flights of stairs to our condo. We entered the kitchen, and while we both were trying to get a something to eat, I continued to share with Shay my thoughts and feelings. I spread my notes out on the counter to show him. It was then that it happened. I had gone into the pantry to get a soda. While turning around I dropped the can. It hit the floor pretty hard and the top part of the can (where the tab is) was now bulging out. I thought, "great now how am I suppose to open this." As I am thinking this I place it down on the counter.....now remember, Shay is right next to me making himself a sandwich......when it EXPLODES!!! Not a squirt out the top, not a burst like one sees on T.V. when Liquor is opened....OH NO, it EXPLODES! I was looking down at it while I set it down and I almost thought my eye was taken out. It SOAKED both Shay and me. Shay was stunned, I was in shock. My entire self was dripping in soda and so was Shay. We were silent for a moment and then began to laugh. I didn't know there was that much liquid in one can of soda. I quickly ran into the bathroom to get the soda soaked clothes off and returned to see what else might have gotten wet.......when I came back to the kitchen I was SHOCKED! There was soda EVERYWHERE! I quickly nabbed my neighbor to come and take a picture so that we would be able to document this disaster!
Shay did not like the idea of a picture and quickly changed out of his soaking wet shirt....but we were both soaked!
All of my lesson pages were ruined.
Every wall in the kitchen was speckled with soda.
The cupboards too.
My stove, behind where I placed the can, was hit.
The picture above our pantry was pelted.
The fridge wasn't able to escape the wrath of this can.
Even the ceiling had soda on it!!!
It took us quite awhile to get the soda off everything (actually the other day I opened the pantry and found some speckled soda on a inward facing wall---how does that happen???). Luckily, we decided to laugh about it.....instead of cry! What a fun anniversary!
BTW: Soda can remove paint I have learned---the hard way. :-(
