Jell-O Shots

My apologies.

Have you ever gone about your entire day, doing all the normal things you normally do on a normal day, with the strange feeling that something was wrong? The feeling of general unease that leads you to check your pockets half a dozen times before you leave the house to make sure you won’t forget your wallet and keys? And then, just as the door closes behind you, you check once again, just in case you were mistaken the first six times?

And then realize you forgot your pants?

Well, all day I’ve been wandering the house in a sort of daze. Going from task to task in a fog trying to remember what it was that I was forgetting. I knew it was something important but for the life of me I couldn’t remember what it was.

Until, that is, 5 minutes ago while I was eating my Jell-O.

You see, I was sitting at the table, spooning superwonderously taste-tastic Jell-O into my mouth when something funny occurred on the TV and, while attempting to laugh and swallow the Jell-O at the same time, I accidentally choked and blew a chunk of Guava-Passion flavored Jell-O out of my nose and onto the table.

For those who keep score, my distance was a paltry 2 and a half feet.

As I sat there at the table, simultaneously laughing, coughing and thanking all manner of beings in the cosmos that HoBiscuit had fallen asleep on the couch and so had missed my latest failed attempt to make her a widow, I couldn’t help thinking what a great story my personal Jell-O Shot would make on my Blog. And that’s when I remembered what I had forgotten to do today and tried to simultaneously gasp in surprise, stand up and swallow the rest of the Jell-O in my mouth. And… so, now you know why the title of this post is Jell-O Shots.

Ow. I need a tissue.