I did not try to deny it. I just tried to break the news gently after I had every thing cleaned up.
Look I was in the SB drive-thru, I went to move my water and my arm grazed the mocha and in slo-mo like "The Shining" blood it gushed out all over everything- I gasped and looked down and my phone was sitting in the puddles in the cup holders.
I pressed a towel in it and cried, then realized it killed my phone. I raced to the Cingular store- ran it in the store- I am covered in Mocha- they tried to save it and they couldn't so I got another.
I drove back to the house and tried to slip past Kenny with the paper towels and stuff- so he wouldn't freak out. I cleaned it the best I could and it doesn't stink or anything. You can't even tell.
When I told him, he was so mad that I had to giggle and run away.
Then today, I was trying to tickle him or something and he ate **** down the stairs. I could help but giggle a little after I knew he was okay.
He's fine.
