The Attack of the Fruit Cocktail Salad

It was supposed to be a routine day. I needed to drive a ways to purchase a special fruit cocktail salad as it was the only thing I seemed to have been able to eat with no ill effects. Recent surgery and further underlying issues have made eating painless nearly impossible. But, this salad was working and worth the drive. Of course my daughter lived nearby so I purchased the salad and stored it in her refrigerator while visiting the grandkids and shopping at Target. Later, I called Dan to let him know I was on my way home with my special salad. I, dodged orange cones and a flag man I was certain was suicidal.

As soon as I returned home I realized a critical mistake: my salad was still in my daughter's refrigerator and it was evening rush hour...that was okay, I NEEDED that salad so I drove back in, retrieved the salad and fought my way back home...slowing to a near stop when I approached the manic flagman...waving as I passed him.

A little over an hour ago I sat down for a quiet, slow meal of fruit cocktail salad. It was great. I was happy to have made the extra trip. The world was good.

Then I tried to put the lid back tight on the plastic container. Wouldn't close. I cleaned off the edges, it wouldn't close. (Now, mind you, my husband had been baking a turkey all night and I did not see the layer of grease all over the countertop.) Left to right or right to left it wouldn't close so I put an elbow on the counter, took a deep breath, and with all my strength pushed on that lid until it DID snap shut with my pajama top in it. As I tried to UNDO the lid, my arm slid on the grease, the lid abruptly opened, my pajama top was freed and so was the fruit cocktail salad - all over the countertop and inside my top. Would you believe it then simply snapped shut over what was left? The impromptu wrestling match was over. I never know when my life is going to go "Lucy" but I've learned it's best to just laugh it off and move on.