Last night Mr. W went out to a fancy dinner with one of the vendors from his recent film and as I was dozing on the couch in his absence, I heard a peculiar sound. It was sort of like a hissing, gurgling noise.
At first I assumed it was the cats snoring. I ignored it and continued to nap on our lovely new sectional.
But then I went to get some water in the kitchen and heard the strange sound again.
I flipped on the patio light to see if there was some sort of rabid creature outside the back door. Then I turned the faucet on and off to flush the pipes in case it was some strange plumbing issue.
But the mysterious sound continued.
Finally I noticed a large bubble coming from the side of Mr. W's jar of bread dough. It had bubbled up and was eeking out the closed lid. Although I opened it and poured some down the drain, by this morning it looked like this:
Which is very coincidental because Mr. W also overflowed last night. Right into the Porcelain God, thanks to too much expensive wine with his friends.
I just love it when parallels pop up in life. Especially when I'm not responsible for either of them!
Hopefully both culprits are done spewing for the day.