Rogue Strawberries and Spastic Mustard

I can be a bit of a klutz sometimes. I know. This information is shattering the image of perfection that you had of me. But it's true. I was fishing through my carton of strawberries trying to salvage what I could and eliminate what I couldn't. But those little stinkers are slippery and one jumped (yes-JUMPED- leapt, even) out of my hand and rolled down my white sweatshirt and grey (or gray-whichever you prefer) sweatpants. Gasp. Pink everywhere. My mind scrolled through all of my stain-removal techniques while being poisoned with thoughts of my lounge-wear bearing my alma mater's insignia simply being ruined forever. But before I had to resort to Pinterest I remembered something remarkable: the last time I was in the US I had bought a Tide To Go pen! I figured this was the time to give it a shot. A looked down 10 minutes later and... TA-DA! A miracle had occurred. Who knew that magic could be bought at wal-mart for only $2.

And yes, rather than reflecting further upon my escapades in Israel, I'm taking a short break to share my stain-removal woes with all of cyber space.

But that's not all. Being the klutz I am, I, of course, couldn't handle only one disaster in the day. So when, upon being opened, the mustard squirted out all over my pushed-up sleeve, I was ready. I knew just what to do. I ran into my room and grabbed the magic stick. I did my thing. I waited. I noticed spots on my arm where my hard-earned tan seemed to be bleached off. Disconcerting. But the sweatshirt looked virtually the same. I tried it again. I waited again. I tried it once more. Nope. Apparently mustard is more resilient than strawberries. I don't even usually eat mustard. Perhaps I should have stuck to that.

I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.