Today, Zelma was really cranky, and I finally decided to just put her in her swing (my friend Nataliya loaned us a swing and it is swanky!) and I decided I would just let her swing a little and I would bake a cake. Or, rather, I would make a no-bake vegan cheesecake, because I can’t eat dairy anymore.
I took this giant jar of honey down from the shelf, and it slipped from my hand and crashed into this beer glass full of water that I had sitting on the counter, breaking the glass into a million pieces. Just then, Zelma screamed a scream to wake the dead! I thought for sure a shard of glass had entered her somewhere. I ran over to the swing, and she had screamed so loud that she ran out of breath and was gasping- but, of course, I thought for sure there was glass in her lungs and that was why she couldn’t breathe. I didn’t dare pick her up for fear I would shove some glass directly into her heart or something.
She finally caught her breath. I checked her over for glass. I looked for blood. No blood. She was fine.
I guess she just screamed from the noise.
The funny thing is, if you look at where she was and where I broke the glass, there was no way anything would have gotten to her. There was too much in between us.
Now I’m having a margarita. No worries. Phew.
Why can't you eat dairy anymore?
ReplyDeleteI am glad Zelma is okay. I am sure that the noise just scared the shit out of her. Marcos makes a lot of sudden, loud noises, and I scream all the time. Seriously. Maybe Zelma inherited that from me.
Yeah, I'm sure she got that from the Wenzel side of the family!
ReplyDeleteI can't eat dairy anymore because it gives Zelma colic, and you don't want a Zelma with colic, trust me!