My big fat gourmet potato soup dinner

SO, I was trying to be nice to my poor hurting sweetie tonight and make him some homemade soup, which seems to be all he can eat these days. We found a really good recipe for homemade baked potato soup (with bacon and caramelized onions and cream and stuff). I spent about two hours peeling, chopping and boiling potatoes, onions, garlic etc. Fried up the bacon nice and crispy, lovingly seasoned the soup. It tasted and smelled WONDERFUL. I had just finished some homemade blueberry muffins and set the table when I called everyone to dinner. I heard them all on their way in, so I grabbed the pot of soup and went to set it on a trivet on the table.


At just that moment, Buddy, the little elderly mop-dog, decided that he was going to make his way out of where he'd been sleeping, unseen, under the table. There was a frantic dance, much scrabbling of claws on laminate, and then this:



When my daughter came into the room, I was standing over it with legs aspraddle. Thick, fragrant potato soup was splattered all the way up to my knees. My mouth was hanging open. So was hers. We looked at each other. "Oh, Mommy..." she said, giving me a half-hug, but being careful not to get too close. While we surveyed the disaster, the weiner dog slipped in. One weiner cleanup crew, on the job. Our eyes met again, and we started laughing.


We laughed so hard I thought I might wet myself. I had to go out to tell B that dinner might take a few more minutes, while the girl ran to Burger King for backup. I tried to tell him what had happened, but every time I did I fell victim to the giggle fit.


Judge for yourself. It was howlingly funny. There are some days you just gotta laugh.