Good times, great food poisoning

I haven’t told this story on the blog yet. Settle in, it’s a good one.

One Saturday night a few weeks ago, I went into the kitchen to get some leftovers for dinner. Found a Tupperware full of pasta and veggies. Transferred to a plate, heated it in the microwave. Took a bite, immediately rushed to the sink to spit it out and scrub out my mouth. It was the foulest, most horrible thing I had ever tasted. It tasted like I imagine toilet cleaner tastes like.

I asked Matt about it. He said Lars had mentioned to him that found he had found a Tupperware of food in his bed. 

I asked Lars about it. He had no idea. Then Theo told me, “I’m sorry—I brought that Tupperware on our hike on Friday and I left it in my backpack. I guess it ended up on Lars’s bed somehow.”

So I bawled them both out and then said “if you ever find a Tupperware of food outside of the kitchen, bring it to an adult!”

And the punch line from Lars: “I brought it to dad and he said to put it in the fridge.” 

😑

So I asked Matt and he said “he’s right, I actually did tell him that. Sorry, i wasn’t thinking.” 😂😂

Ahhhh, good times.