Bright and early this morning, I was digging in the cooler at work, and I pulled out a large, unmarked container.

The contents of the container turned out to be italian sausage soup.

How did I find this out you ask?

Well, someone neglected to secure the lid properly and as the unfortunate morning girl (re: me) pulled the container out, it tipped... and spilled... all over me. At seven in the morning.

I actually had italian sausage down my shirt. And in my shoes. And in my hair.

The worst part about it? I was completely unsurprised that this happened. Because I am a walking disaster and things such as this happen every day.

Which is how I can find such amusement in them.

Because if you can't laugh at yourself, other people will just do it for you.

Note to self: Start bringing an change of clothes to work.