It doesn't matter whether you had a good day or a bad day, nor whether you accomplished a lot of stuff or nothing at all. Sometimes The 'Verse just taps you on the shoulder and says:
"Hey boys, I think it's time to clean the refrigerator."
Keith worked late last night which meant he wasn't going to be home until 8pm. Since it wasn't too late a time frame, I decided that I would wait for him to get home before foraging for dinner. (I wasn't sure if he would have a moment to spare to grab food mainly because he was teaching for most of the day.) So I went into my office and proceeded to pass the time playing on the computer and adding more music to my iTunes library.
Sometimes I have an amazing metabolism. If I get really involved or engrossed with some project or task that I'm working on I will not feel hungry at all. In fact, I have gone whole days without a bit of food or drink whatsoever just because of my single-mindedness to get something done.
First came the phone call from Keith to tell me that he was on his way home which was subsequently followed by him walking through the door a number of minutes later. I went downstairs to greet him and he immediately asked, "Did you eat dinner?"
"No. I was waiting for you. I wasn't sure if you would have a chance to grab a bite because of the class, so I waited."
"They gave us pizza," he replied.
"Okay," I said and I grabbed my lunchbag, taking out my leftovers from my lunch. I went into the kitchen and put it into the microwave to warm it up.
Keith followed me into the kitchen, went over to the refrigerator and opened the door to get something to drink. That was when a rather sizeable piece of broken glass fell out onto the floor. "What the...." he muttered.
He opened the door wider. Liquid and glass covered pretty much everything and every surface in the refrigerator. "What the hell happened?"
I peered in at the carnage. "It looks like your cider exploded."
Over the past number of weeks, Keith has been fermenting batches of cider. Not the hard stuff, just mildly alcoholic. For the most part it has been very tasty. This was the first time it had become volatile.
So everything had to come out of the refrigerator -- food, drink, shelves, drawers, etc. The whole thing had to get washed down, glass had to be meticulously found and thrown away, and food had to be inspected for shards. It became a two-hour project.
Somewhere in the middle of the whole thing I just started this crazy smile on my face. I really wanted to laugh, but I knew Keith was tired and not in the mood, so inside my head I was rolling on the floor laughing my ass off. Unfortunately, I couldn't hide that smile and Keith saw it.
"What are you smiling for?" he asked in a tone of voice that was getting that tired and cranky tinge to it. That was when I said the phrase that began this entry. Then I think I started to snicker at that point.
We had just gotten the shelves back into the refrigerator when I decided it was a good time to go through all the food and throw out all the bottles and containers of expired stuff. That was also the moment a told Keith to sit down, relax, and de-stress. I didn't mind. I was having a grand ol' time laughing about the whole thing.