Are you wondering why I’m washing bars and baby food in my sink?
Yeah me too.
The only answer I can give ya is weird stuff happens to me.
Like the time I almost stepped on a snake in my bathroom.
Or that time I tripped over a pumpkin and ended up in the ER.
There was that time my purse got stuck (as in could not be removed, several employees tried) on a security sensor attached to a box of knifes.
Oh and there was that time I fell into a puddle of chicken blood when I was living abroad.
A tiny sampling of “Weird Things Happen To Kendra” stories. Really I could go on and on.
I’ll save you all the details of this story and why I’m washing food wrappers in my sink as it’s surprisingly a long one.
In a nutshell it involves a trip to Kroger, several yes several pork lions, a couple conversations with a butcher who thought I was very annoying, meat thrown in the air (not by me) I caught it by the way, two trips to the bathroom to wash my hands, a stained shirt, and a cart full of groceries needing a bath.
In the end pork juice as in raw meat juice (I know yuck) is to blame for what you see here.
Sometimes I step back and take an overview of a story like this and wonder is it just me?
Do I just draw the crazy in?
HEY CRAZY IT’S ME KENDRA COME AND GET ME!
Kent will tell you most definitely yes, yes I do as he’s been witness to several weird events.
He now just looks at me and shakes his head while I giggle thinking about how it’s even possible that some of these things happen to me.
So here I am washing the wrappers of my bars and baby food pouches getting all nostalgic over my collection of weird stories.
I lay them out to let them dry and think “If Kroger Only Knew!”
Part of me thought about returning everything in my cart and telling a manager what happened.
But I didn’t.
I smiled at butcher even even when he was unnecessarily annoyed with me.
I spot treated my stained shirt.
I let my youngest destroy my kitchen while I took the time to lovingly wash each and everyone one of these wrappers.
Oh and why all this was going on my oldest tripped over his little potty spilling pee all over the bathroom and kitchen floor which both him and my youngest slipped on sending them into a crying fit.
I rescued them with my soapy hands cleaned up the pee and went back to my bars and baby food.
If Kent was home to see this he would have just shook his head and I would have giggled…pork juice, dirty feet, pee floors and all.
Just another weird Kendra story for the books.
Oh and in true “Weird Kendra Story” fashion one of the bars I bought came out of the bath looking a little funky.
Don’t see it?
Let’s take a closer look.
Yep there it is.
Out of all the Kind Bars in the grocery store I find the one that has a tiny cut in the wrapper and I’m not the slightest bit surprised.