Bounced and then rolled
We are both so tired. We kept dropping things.
Making more work. Hence, making us more tired.
And dare I say grumpy.
Mr. Finn took over cleaning up the flour and let me get out of the house. My mood didn't lend to it being a pleasant clean up.
Later, he let me make up for it when he dropped three cans of Dr. Pepper on the floor.
That was a mess!
I am still cleaning it up. As far up as the upper edge of the window and into the foyer.
It was nuts.