
This is what happened to my moment of Zen: I juiced up three organic apples and part of a beet. It was going to be awesome.
Note the hole in the side of the glass I am holding. Stirred a little too hard with my clunky tablespoon and busted out the side of the glass -- red juice spurting everywhere. You can't see what's all over the floor and the cupboards all around me.
Steve is cracking up and runs downstairs after he hears all the commotion to…help me? Naw. To take a picture. He was laughing so hard. It took me a few days to laugh at this because not only did I not get to taste this awesome juice mixture, I broke one of four cool hurricane glasses from the French Quarter, and more important, forever stained my FAVORITE T-shirt. I love love love this shirt. On the back it reads, "You can check out, but you can never leave." Steve hates that shirt. He calls it my trailer-trash shirt. I'm wearing it any way.
Prolly not in public. I don't love it THAT much.