Ugh! with a capital U

We had today all planned out. Get up, get screws from a auto parts store so we could put license plates on the car, get in line at the DMV, and title and register the new car. Then, we'd come home and get ready to go to the temple, spend the morning there, come back for lunch at home, do some Saturday chores, and get ready for the Ward Primary Talent Show that's tonight. Great plan, right?

It started off fine. Got up and left when we wanted to, stopped by a place we thought might have the screws we needed. They didn't, so we decided to just go wait at the DMV. (Those of you who follow my Twitter had the dubious honor of hearing about the details of my wait.) There were already about 50 people in line by the time we got there. Waited in the cold. Doors opened. Finally made it inside.

Realized that in the midst of our excitement and getting all the papers ready for our trip to the DMV (they were even in the order listed on the "Getting ready" page from the website), we realized that we mistook the CA Vessel Transfer form for the Title. No Title. Ooops. Panicked a little bit, called our seller out in CA. Found a place to get screws. Bought them (all $0.50 worth). Came home and fretted about whether we would be ok driving the car; should we rent a car?; can we get temporary tags while we wait for the title?

Finally got in touch with the seller. Turns out the title is in the mail. Also turns out that we have a (CA) temporary registration already from one of the papers that we both signed. It's a valid temporary registration that he says (and he's a dealer/wholesaler) is valid for up to 6 months.

Phew. So, no rental car necessary.

Jill was a little tired (we had a late dinner at PF Chang's) and decided to lie down for a quick nap. I decided to eat breakfast; she suggested the waffles we had just bought.

Popped two of those suckers in the toaster, got out the butter and grabbed the syrup. Now, we got syrup at Costco - a two-pack of 2 qt. jugs. We were about half-way done with the first bottle. It slipped out of my hands as I was moving it towards the counter. No problem, it's plastic, right?

Wrong.

Apparently the plastic decided it wanted to be brittle, and the bottom and sides of the syrup bottle shattered. In just a few seconds, I had about a quart of syrup on the floor. Now what do I do?

I tried to use a rag and shove the syrup into a plastic cup that we had. Managed to get a few cupfulls, but still had an oozing puddle on the floor. Used several more rags, then tried to clean with soapy water and some other spray stuff that we had. Dried it off. Will have to check on the sticky-factor in a little bit. There's a pile of dishes waiting for me, too.

At least my blueberry waffles were yummy. I decided not to open the second thing of syrup. It can wait for another day. I just had them with Country Crock.

What a morning. It seems like things like this pop up when you're trying to do something good - like going to the temple. It's about time to wake Jill back up so we can get ready. Hopefully there's no more surprises in store for us today.

[UPDATE] Skimmed through my Reader. Jill shared this post from someone about Perspective. I guess the syrup wasn't that bad. But it sure felt like it was ruining my morning.