Waking up from my post-vacation coma-like stupor I realized a few very important things:
1. I have no clean underwear.
2. I have no clean towels.
3. I have no food in the house.
So, as I pulled my Triscuit Snack Pack out of the back of the fridge, opened it, sniffed it to make sure it had not morphed into a foul-smelling green glob, and then promptly dropped it on to my "holy-crap-I-need-to-mop" floor. I'm sad to admit that I then lunged for it as my bottom jiggled in my panties-less shorts and my hair dripped from not being towel dried. It was then that I realized something else.
I am really gross.
But my Triscuit, once I blew it off, was really good.