Code Red

On the rare occasion that I’m not a) suffering from a soul-crushing hangover, or b) brunching to create a soul-crushing hangover, ol’ Bev here, like many others, does like to spend a Sunday running errands and getting meals prepared for the week.

Today is one of those days. Started out with a great 8:30am workout, followed by a very fortuitous trip to Old Navy, a grocery stop, and home to complete a load of laundry and some food prep before heading to a friend’s house for some Oscar watching. 

It really started off well. The deals at Old Navy really had me excited, and I was especially jacked that I was able to find another set of these little mini containers that are used for salad dressing. I have a 4-pack already, but I think I may have drunkenly gifted one to a coworker (Heymarta, did I give you one of these?), and I definitely lost one lid, so, essentially, I was down to two functional dressing containers. Obviously unacceptable, so I found another 4-pack, and while the old ones are clear and the new ones are colored plastic, the lids are interchangeable, so I was pretty jacked up about now having 7 containers with 6 lids. You follow?

Then this happened.

I have no idea HOW it happened. I literally opened the box, washed the containers and lids, and set them on this towel to dry while I chopped some celery and shit. Come back ten minutes later to this. 

You might be thinking, “Chill, Bev, this is not that serious,” but I’m here to tell you: this is the kind of thing that will put me in an asylum someday. 

Under the toaster oven? No. Folded into the towel? Nope. Randomly put away where the original set of containers is? Try again, you fool. Under the oven? Nah. Garbage? No way, José. Recycling? Nada.

WHERE ARE YOU, PURPLE LID?

-Bev

Yes, I just took fifteen minutes to type a post about losing a Tupperware lid.

And, yes, you just read it.