A Running Commentary

I may have dropped the ketchup, but I didn't drop the ball
Today, due to excessive clumsiness (I blame genetics); I dropped an economy sized container of ketchup on the floor. It broke without a doubt because God hates me. The economy sized ketchup bottle left an economy sized puddle of ketchup on my economy sized kitchen floor. After I finished crying (it wasn't so much crying as it was whining, I was really looking forward to having ketchup on my veggie dog), I cleaned up the puddle lake of ketchup, but not before sticking my hand in it. Lucky for me the ketchup sticks out well so I will not have to worry about missing spots like I did when I dropped the container of mayonnaise on the floor last year.