So this morning I had my usual weekend confrontation with the hated Wii Fit Trainer (he started out by saying "I stayed up too late last night" WTF? He's a digital picture!).
After a vicious hour of Wii Fit torture I walked over to the fridge, grabbed a water bottle, sat down, and took a big swig. And began coughing violently.
Mrs. Grumpy ran in to say she'd forgotten to warn me that the big blue sports bottle was where she'd put left over au jus from roast beef last week.