Salad Dressing Face

The other night Todd and I were in the kitchen getting dinner ready. I don't remember what we were having exactly, but I was having a salad as a side. We'd had a baked potato fundraiser at church for the youth group, and I'd come home with this yummy Vidalia Onion salad dressing (for you Midlanders, it's the kind from Pizzeria Venti). After I put the finishing touches on my salad, I spotted the dressing in the refrigerator door. It sounded perfect with my dinner, so I peeled off the plastic from around the top of the new bottle. Meanwhile, Todd and I were in the middle of having a pretty good conversation when Bonzai needed to go out. His doggie door was locked, so I went to the backdoor to unlock it. As I walked to the door, I shook the salad dressing and then took off the lid. After I leaned down to unlock the doggie door, I stood up and proceeded to shake the salad dressing again. Yes that's right...without the lid. For most people, this would have just meant a mess on the floor to clean up, but not for me. You see, when I shake things in jars, I just rotate my wrist towards and away from my body without moving my whole arm. Therefore, the first shake of the bottle without the lid splattered dressing across my face and neck. The shock of the cold salad dressing on my face caused me to squeal and shut my eyes. I stood there, arms apart, salad dressing in hand, trying to figure out what in the world I had just done. Todd didn't know what to do except fall out laughing. Then I busted out laughing, and he brought me some paper towels to clean up. I made it through dinner before needing to change clothes and learned a couple of lessons that evening. 1) Never shake anything without a lid on. 2) Vidalia Onion is NOT a good perfume scent.