Damn, I was gonna say that! I opened this thread just to write:
Anything and everything. As long as I’m wearing white.
But you beat me too it, calm kiwi. Thanks. Think I’ll go change my clothes now. I’ve just noticed I’ve got coffee stains* on my white shirt.
Crappola. That would be to. To. To. One g’damn O.
Coffee, definitely coffee. Althea can always tell where I’ve been in the house that day if she comes home from work for lunch.
Yet somehow i never spill it on me, just little drops onto the floor. I honestly don’t even notice most of the time, as it seems to happen when I’m walking through the hall or something. Thankfully, we have hardwood floors.
I am actually very strongly encouraged to use a travel mug at all times, as I ‘obviously can’t be trusted with a standard coffee cup’
:wally
Everything. There isn’t a day that goes by that one of my shirts isn’t soiled by something.
For a specific example though, I’ve lately been drinking Senorial Sangria soda and I’m constantly having it fizz, shoot up my nose, and/or fly out onto my shirt since I’m not used to drinking out of narrow glass bottles.
Coffee, most definitely coffee.
Sometimes I wonder why I keep drinking it as there are days I think I’m not drinking it, just spreading it around the house. On the sink, desk, bathroom sink, myself…everywhere.
Coffee, yes, especially when I’m wearing white, but wasabi sauce (mixed with soy sauce) also – gets me every time! Really nasty color, BTW. In addition, I cannot open a bottle of club soda without getting completely drenched. I look like I’ve been standing by a sprinkler. No other carbonated beverages, mind you. Just the club soda.
And if I’m going to spazz out and drop a cup of something, it MUST be full. And scalding hot.
Spaghetti and rice are my two worst. Whenever I eat either of these two, it never fails that I end up with a little bit on me … usually on my boob.
Beer. Not really spill, but pour it down my chin (this is when I’m sober).
The worst though is that I have a habit of dropping uncapped pens onto my shirts, leaving little 1/4 inch streaks where they bounced off me.
Honey mustard.
No matter what I am eating, where I am eating or what I am wearing, if the meal involves honey mustard it will invariably end up on my shirt.
I have long hair and what’s really fun is when the honey mustard not only gets on my shirt but in my hair too. Thus making me look like a complete moron as I try to wipe food out of my hair. My husband doesn’t help much either by giving me that “Why do I bother letting you out in public” shake of the head.
I have the same challenge as Mr. Blue Sky. Ask me to put ice in the glasses and there will be a cube or two hit the floor. The hound helps me out by snatching the cube and dashing out with it, she thinks its a treat.
My hubby cannot eat barbeque without getting sauce on himself. Yanno, that song with the words, “barbeque stain on my white t-shirt”? I’m pretty sure he’s the inspiration for it.
Oil.
I’ve got a pretty big catch basin, y’know, one of those on wheels where the top screws off? But no matter how much I guesstimate the initial burst when I pull the plug, I am always off. I guess it’s because even before the plug is out all the way, some starts drizzling out, so I invariably try to catch that oil, and attempt to be prepared for the onslaught. I’ve even trained myself to ignore the initial drizzle, and then the oil-change gods have decided that I’m too far in my placement.
The one truism of all of this, is that when the stream is heaviest, I can usually put money on the fact that my arm or hand will be directly in it’s path.
Anything I order in a restaurant.
I think my friends take bets on what I will order, based on what I am wearing. :dubious:
White blouse - tomato based pasta sauce.
Dark color - Some kind of cream sauce, or maybe mashed potatoes.
Mustard on the purple shirt, and ketchup on the blue one.
I’m almost afraid to wear paisley. I don’t think I want to know what kind of food stain is capable of showing up on it.
The beans.
Wah ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Tonic water: I can’t open or pour the damn stuff without having to wipe it off the counter.
Aaaah, I am not alone…this would be my downfall as well.
Hot chocolate…
coffee only sometimes but give me hot chocolate and it spills.
ICE. Every freakin time I make myself something to drink, I’m going to drop at least one cube.
And it’s a GIVEN that if I’m all dolled up to go somewhere semi important, by the time I get there I will have some kind of conspicuous spot on my outfit.
Beer. The only time I drink it is when I’m at the campus pub, so I buy it in jugs. I’ve learnt to gulp down a couple of mouthfuls at the bar or else I’ll empty half a glass of Tui all over my hands or shirt between the bar and the table. Arg.
I generally spill curry on myself whenever I eat it (although this may have more to do with the fact that it is usually after a night at the pub), also, that yoghurt based mint sauce stuff that they give you with it, i tend to manage to get that to drip on my (invatiably) dark coloured trousers. Guys, try explaining the slightly off white stains in drips on the front of your trousers sometime, it is impossible to make anyone believe you. :eek:
Not upon the ground, I hope!
Curse you, I opened this thread just to say this. 