Yesterday I had to clean up the worst mess of my entire life. Sometimes it makes me feel a little better to hear and laugh a little about someone else's mishaps. Here you go, this one's on me:

My mom asked me to empty the garbages into our big garbage can outside. I went to grab the kitchen garbage, and in our house we keep it in brown paper grocery bags so wet items are not good. Some jokester (It had to be one of my parents or me. It wasn't me.) decided to disregard this fabulous piece of knowledge and I reaped the consequences.

I took about ten steps across the floor and then the bag split out the bottom spilling trash everywhere. But this wasn't just any trash. This was Thanksgiving-leftover trash. Yuck.

First off, it smelled absolutely terrible. I definitely gagged a couple of times. On closer inspection, I realized that the smell was coming from a brownish liquid, most likely the source of the bag rippage, that was probably poultry juice from the turkey.

I don't think I'll be eating turkey again any time soon. In fact, let's not even mention turkey for a few months. Please.