Several days ago I did a post with a poll question asking people how they say the word mayonnaise. Last night, as I was unloading groceries, a bottle of mi-nez (that's mayo to 23% of you) fell off the top rack of my refrigerator door and landed smack dab onto the tips of two of the toes on my left foot.
Luckily, it wasn't the glass jar of apple butter.
Unluckily, even though it was one of those new fangled plastic containers, it was full and hit those two toes at some kind of an angle that sent me into a cussing fit that would have embarrassed Andrew Dice Clay. I haven't cussed like that since Constantine got kicked off of American Idol last year.
First, I do a post about mayonnaise, then a container of mayonnaise jumps off the refrigerator door and smacks me on my toes. My life is just one big weird-ass, cosmic coincidence.