I’ve just gotta tell you guys about what happened to me on Saturday. Or more accurately put- what I did to myself– ha.
You are going to see where this is going immediately and I am sure it won’t be that funny to you since it was more of a ‘had-to-be-there’ scenario. But I am so utterly embarrassed that I have to get the shame off my chest.
I was making some almond milk with my daughter, who was sitting on the counter, helping me add things to the blender. Well, I got the almond milk strained and put back in the blender to add a couple flavorings- a lil’ honey and a touch of vanilla. And it doesn’t take much to mix the honey and vanilla into the almond milk so I generally just give it a whirl on the lowest setting for a few seconds. Done. Ha yeaaaaaaa, well ya see, I was feeling mighty cocky that day. And I might have been in a bit of a hurry too. So I threw the blender container back on the motor, checked the dial to make sure it was down to speed 1 (the lowest) and thought,”I don’t need to put the top back on. It won’t go more than 1/2-inch up the sides up the container. I really don’t need it.” DUMB. The container was just 3 feet on the other side of the kitchen. Lazy, lazy, lazy. And DUMB! Jeez.