Ka-blamo!

That's the sound my bottle of lotion made today as it exploded all over the bathroom and me. Josh apparently did not share my notion that it would make great blog fodder, so he ignored me when I asked him to go get the camera and take a picture of me with lotion all over my face, in my hair, and on the clothes I was wearing. Instead, I had to get changed, and get the camera for myself, to capture what was left of the mess (my husband is quite efficent when it comes to cleaning up the house). Here's what I was able to snap pictures of before Josh escorted me out of the bathroom saying how I should think twice next time I decide to use my lotion bottle to practice my "touchdown!" dance.

What's that you ask? How did this happen, if not in a touchdown dance gone awry? Well, what had happened was, I was getting ready to put on some lotion after my shower (the air is getting very dry here). I opened the bottle, squeezed, and realized nothing was coming out because it was clogged with dry lotion. So, I moseyed on over to the sink and proceeded to squeeze the lotion bottle as hard as I could, figuring if I applied enough pressure, the clog should come flying out. "Well, you got the clog out" Josh offered as I explained it to him.

Yes, honey, I did.