In the Last Four Hours

(with Monica's Just One of Dem Days, Don't Take it Personal playing in the background)

... I spilled an entire bag of semisweet chocolate chips on the ground while reaching for a box in the baking cabinet. Some genius (me) decided to use scotch tape to secure the very full bag shut. Except it failed. From now on I'm using rubber bands.

... We sat down outside a local cafe after taking a walk and my sunglasses fell on the ground creating three scratches right where my direct vision is.

... I went upstairs and cut myself on my small cosmetic scissors.

... I found melted chocolate all over the inside of my sports bra, breast pad, and skin. That would explain why there was also chocolate on B's bib. You know, from the chocolate I dropped all over the floor earlier that also happened to find its way down my shirt. Chocolate + 90 degrees in Chicago today + sweaty Brandy = messy disaster.

I was starting to feel like Alexander during his Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Knowing this was what my day was like, my husband decided to take video of B while I was upstairs and came up to tell me that there was a surprise waiting for me downstairs (and that it was not food. hah.).

Here was my surprise.