My Hazardous Morning

If all this talk of moving has got you down here's a little levity. This morning I got up to go to the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door, and before I had a chance to turn on the light I was literally sliding across the bathroom floor. Somehow, mainly by the grace of God and manic flailing of my arms, I managed to defy gravity's cruel grasp and stay on my feet. About this time my heart seriously considered giving out, but luckily for me he's a trooper and he kept on ticking. When I finally turned the light on I discovered that our 3 gallon jug of Tide liquid detergent had fallen off the counter in the night *angry glance at Liz* and now our bathroom floor was a bright blue death trap. The detergent covered about half the floor about a 1/4 inch thick. I wish I would've had the presence of mind to take a picture, but at the time this event was far less humorous then I now find it. I still had about an hour left before I had to get up so I turned on the bathtub washed off my feet and went back to bed. Later, Liz and I spent about 20 minutes wiping up detergent and washing the floor. Then I spent 2 hours waiting in line outside of the Supreme Court to see an oral argument. That part doesn't really fall under the heading of a hazardous morning, but my toes did get mighty cold!