This morning, still reeling from the joys of Wee Iceland slapping Goliath Italy 2-0 in football (soccer), I got up early and did my usual ride, nothing special, just a maintainence ride. Get back to the house, get ready for work, feeling pretty sharp: new gunmetal Dickies on and a raw silk navy v neck T. Ready to kick ass at this mornings staff cutting meeting, dead wood goes.
I am about to spoon protein out of a 10lb tub into the blender when Mrs. Chef 'reminds' me not to leave any powder laying around the kitchen, someone is coming to see the house this morning and she doesn't want the usual Hurricane Wide to blow through the kitchen.
I get a bit shakey about this time of day with my current 'asthma' medication and, of course, spill a half a scoop of protein all over the counter. Pissed, I lay the top back on the tub and go for a rag an the dust pan... here it comes...
As I am cleaning the counter, I reach for the protein tub, grab only the top and not the actual tub and pull. Tub falls to the floor, lands PERFECTLY square right on its bottom, sending Mt. St. Proteins firing strait into the air. I am standing right above it, holding the top, the protein has litterally turned the air in the kitchen into a white out. I let some colorful language go, which of course my kids LOVE, my wife HATES, and she comes into the kitchen to see Cheffy/Frosty the Snowman standing in the shaddow of Mt. Pinatubo.
Litterally emptied half the protein into the air, on the floor and all over the counters/cabinets. Up my nose, behind my glasses, forget about hair, every square inch of the kitchen dusted. I cleaned for a solid half hour and barely made a dent.
I am Job.
I will be doing double kitty penance and multiple Sacred Wheelbarrow Dances to make up for that tonight, for sure.

I am about to spoon protein out of a 10lb tub into the blender when Mrs. Chef 'reminds' me not to leave any powder laying around the kitchen, someone is coming to see the house this morning and she doesn't want the usual Hurricane Wide to blow through the kitchen.
I get a bit shakey about this time of day with my current 'asthma' medication and, of course, spill a half a scoop of protein all over the counter. Pissed, I lay the top back on the tub and go for a rag an the dust pan... here it comes...
As I am cleaning the counter, I reach for the protein tub, grab only the top and not the actual tub and pull. Tub falls to the floor, lands PERFECTLY square right on its bottom, sending Mt. St. Proteins firing strait into the air. I am standing right above it, holding the top, the protein has litterally turned the air in the kitchen into a white out. I let some colorful language go, which of course my kids LOVE, my wife HATES, and she comes into the kitchen to see Cheffy/Frosty the Snowman standing in the shaddow of Mt. Pinatubo.
Litterally emptied half the protein into the air, on the floor and all over the counters/cabinets. Up my nose, behind my glasses, forget about hair, every square inch of the kitchen dusted. I cleaned for a solid half hour and barely made a dent.
I am Job.
I will be doing double kitty penance and multiple Sacred Wheelbarrow Dances to make up for that tonight, for sure.


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