The universe chooses strange ways to get your attention. Last night, the cosmos decided upon party klutz.

I arrived an hour late to the party.  My night started off right as I     guided a couple of members up to the party and introduced myself as a Board member.

I chatted with another member for 15 minutes.  Stomach growling, I helped myself to the dishes laid out on the main table. My determination to moderate my intake fell away. Potlucks entice a food explorer like me to over indulge.

The table crowded with bowls of all shapes and sizes. I scooped up some pasta salad, and a silver bowl of rosemary crackers crashed to the floor with a loud clang. Darn, my fault, I knocked it off the table while fishing for pasta. 

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