There is a First for Everything

I usually post stories about Austin because nothing interesting ever happens to me. Today is different. Here is my story:

Joseph, Austin and myself decided to treat ourselves to CiCi's Pizza for lunch. (with a coupon, of course) I even dressed up for the occasion with a nice green blouse and pretty pink jewelry. I was feeling very good about our $6 meal when IT happened. While Austin played in his high chair and I was enjoying a piece of chicken and mushroom pizza, Joseph offered to refill my drink.

Now, I almost ALWAYS get water when we go out, but this time I splurged and got a coke (after Joseph insisted). As I sat thinking about what kind of second helpings I wanted, I glanced up to see a fountain of coke and ice come crashing down upon me. Before I could even react, I was wet and sticky with the refreshing beverage. Joseph stood there looking quite sheepish as he realized what he had done.

Austin was oblivious to the mishap as I used his baby wipes to clean the coke off my arm. Joseph figured that I would want to leave right away out of embarrassment, but I was going to get my money's worth out of the meal, so I sent him back to the salad bar with orders to bring me another mushroom pizza and a brownie. To my disappointment, they were out of the pizza, so I ate my brownie and we left the restaurant while the other patrons stared on in amusement.

In the six or so years that we have been together, I can't remember Joseph ever spilling something on me. I guess there is a first for everything.