divine angst

I am clearly incapable of being an adult.

I spilled tomato sauce on myself twice this morning, necessitating TWO changes of clothes. TWO! And one manic trip downstairs to the drycleaner’s, to ask her to PLEASE save my cute khaki jacket that I love so much that had tomatoes and onions and spices all over it. She scolded me for using water to rinse the stuff off, but what else was I supposed to do? It was chunky! I hope she can save my jacket; I really love it. The other stuff (from the second spill) got thrown into the washing machine in the hopes that quick treatment would be enough to save the top and skirt.

I swear, I am about to be thirty and I can’t even manage to remember to put on an apron when I’m making tomato sauce.