Rowdy’s Dream Blog #87

“What’s this?”

I am dancing around on the kitchen counter top. I lose my balance, and to keep from falling I must kick a boiling pot of spaghetti onto the floor. It lands upright but a lot of the stuff slops out. I am trying to retrieve the ingregients when my girlfriend returns, annoyed. "What's this?" she asks, pointing to a large spinach leaf floating in the toilet.