Do you ever have one of those days, where you've been running errands and then baking stuff for hours, and it's really late at night, and you've got everything put away and the dishwasher running, and you're in pajamas and all ready for bed, and decide that you'd like a glass of water, so you go into the dark kitchen without your glasses, and open up the fridge, and low and behold a jar of potsticker dipping sauce shoots out and explodes all over the floor? And the stuff in the jar is not quite liquid, so it won't absorb into towels, but not quite gooey enough to stay in one place for you to grab up? So you then go through like 20 paper towels and still end up with bits of sauce in every nook and cranny of the kitchen?
No? Hmm. Guess that's just me, then.
I even woke up smelling faintly of soy sauce and garlic, despite having thoroughly washed my hands (and feet...and ankles...).
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