My man LOVES this stuff! Since Hannah was little she has referred to A1 Sauce as Al. We always keep a big, Sams Club super sized, bottle in our refrigerator...until tonight that is!
As of right now, Al sauce is dead to me! This afternoon I had a Youth Search Committee meeting and then evening worship. Well...since my family was at a Super Bowl party, I went to my meeting and like the good preacher's kid that I am...I, I really hate to admit this to the world, I...skipped church in order to go to HEB for groceries for the week. I know, I'm sorry!
Anyway, on my way back into town I stopped and picked up my girls from the party and we headed home to put the groceries away. Mr. Incredible was watching the game with friends and we were headed home to enjoy girlie things like watching a chick flick or something fun like that.
Well...that didn't happen. Hannah was helping me put things in the refrigerator when IT happened.
I reached for something on the top shelf and accidentally knocked the
Super-sized Al Sauce over. In slow motion...it seemed...I screamed....'"NO!"
The next thing I hear is my youngest child saying, "It's in my eye! It's in my eye!" We were covered from the top of our head to our feet in Al sauce!
I thought that was the worst part...oh no!... that would be too easy!
I hear Rachel start laughing ...more like rolling on the floor in complete hysterical laughter....saying, "You should see yourselves!"
Then she said, "Look at the ceiling!" Not only were Hannah and I covered in sauce, my kitchen island, my refrigerator (inside and out...'cause...hello the door was open), the cabinets, pantry door, and the ceiling were nicely coated too.
How can one bottle hold so much stuff? We cleaned everything up as much as possible and then I had to call Mr. Incredible to come home to help with the ceiling.
That was a fun phone call to make. All I heard on the other end of the phone was hysterical laughter...and then he sweetly asked if his precious...bottle of A1 sauce was okay?
Excuse me???? No, it is not okay, but I quickly explained, "I feel confident that you can ring out my hair and refill half the bottle. Come home...please!"
Good news! The kitchen and the ceiling are fine and I have never been more attractive to my husband ever! Oiy...just call me "Al!"