I have been rather inundated with work as of late. With a headache looming tonight, I stepped away from the laptop. To clear my head, I decided to prepare dinner, as I find the chopping of vegetables very relaxing...read into that what you will.
Anyway, I finished slicing the zucchini, green peppers, and such. I threw them in a large plastic bowl. Atop them, I added Italian dressing and black pepper. The idea was to coat everything and then broil it in the oven for pita sandwiches with parmesan and parsley. This was why I grabbed a plastic bowl (lighter weight) with an accompanying cover...logic is my strong suit, which is why this retelling is all so very sad.
Just then, I was struck with inspiration for a fresh layout direction. My mind occupied by this exciting new idea, I grabbed the bowl with both hands, and exuberantly began the shaking process. I say "began" instead of "finished" because it took all of two seconds to realize that I had neglected to cover the bowl and that the floor was decorated with a confetti of vegetables.