Tonight was the night of firsts for me for the new cold season that is arriving. Tonight was the night that i decided to have my first cup of hot tomato soup for the year. A good cup of warm soup has always been a favorite during the fall and winter, as many of you already know. I usually like to wait until it is a bit colder, but fate told me that tonight was the night. So about halfway through the first quarter of the Utah Jazz game i decided that i was going to make a delicious meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup.
As i started my sexy strut back down the stairs just in time to watch the perfectly timed second quarter of the Jazz game that was starting. And while carrying my freshly cooked tomato soup and perfectly grilled cheese sandwich. I decided that tonight would indeed be the night of firsts for the year. This first would not only be more fun, but way more challenging and more work in the long run. This first would be falling down the stairs, now i can’t tell you exactly what happened next, but i’m pretty sure it went something like this.
As i’m carefully walking down the very same stairs that i walk up and down so many times each day, i began to feel my feet fall out from under me and realized that i was starting to fall. Luckily, i was somehow able to hold on tight to my cup of hot soup and keep it from completely spilling out. As i fall, i realize how impressive i am because of the great balancing skills that i behold with my hands because not a single drop of the hot warm and red soup has been spilled out. this is also about the time that i realized that there would be only one way to keep myself from getting hurt. That I would need to stop myself against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. Since my hands were full of food, i only had one choice, i was going to have to use my face.
Lucky for me i was on a hot streak of doing everything so well up until this point, so this could only end in success. i woke up moments later covered in what one would only assume is blood in my situation, with my face against a wall that is also covered in what one would only assume is blood. This lead me to only one conclusion, that i am dead. needless to say i wasn’t dead and quickly figured this out when the hot soup all over my body started to burn. with my face all sore, and covered in hot burning soup i did what any person in this situation would do. I picked my grilled cheese sandwich up off the floor, walked to my couch and sat down to watch those ninja turtles play the red demons in basketball.
