11:45 at night....
**doesn't find you in the middle of thawing hamburger out enough to start browning, because you need it for the chili you are putting together in the crock-pot for dinner tomorrow, which you will quickly be able to turn on as you rush out the door to work?
** doesn't find you wiping olive juice up off the counter, down the front of the dishwasher and all over the floor, because out of the 6 cans you have needed to open for the chili, the olive can is the only one you didn't hold onto while the can opener spun it around to open?
** doesn't find you starting a load of laundry because you don't want the towels you used to wipe up the olive juice to get stained from the olive juice?
** doesn't find you glancing at the front of the refrigerator, which stands right across from the counter where the olive debacle occurred, and notice there is olive juice running down it?
**doesn't find you on the quest to find whatever that gosh-awful smell you keep smelling in your house is? Only to realize it might be the green/gray onion in the produce drawer in the 'fridge, or the soft squishy zucchini, or even the gooey sticky slime that is all over the bottom of the produce drawer. That drawer you can't even remember the last time it was cleaned? That drawer you decide right then and there to empty and wash out with hot soapy water. At 11:45 p.m.
**doesn't find you checking the mail, which you decide you might as well do, since you need to take all the gross, slimy, sticky stuff you removed from the produce drawer to the outside garbage cans?
Am I the only person in America doing this stuff at this time of night? Please say no!