Drama at the Dinner Table

Dinner is on the table and we're about to sit down. Rebecca grabs the bottle of barbeque sauce and shakes it vigorously. The problem is that I had loosened the top. The top went flying, along with the bbq sauce. It flew across the table, in the blinds, down the floor vent, behind her, in her hair, and on her phone and ipod that where on the table. One small speck landed on her plate. The pictures don't do the mess justice since I was a little late getting to the scene with the camera. Rebecca was not amused at me covering the tragedy. Her father didn't find it amusing that I was taking pictures. Gracie, our dog, was the first to arrive for clean up. Oh the drama.