<human>: Can you give me the gist of the text in a nutshell?

A few days ago, my mother in law said she was going to import some fancy fermented asparagus from Spain for xmas appetizers, and asked me to make my wonderful aioli as a dip.  Since I make this fairly often, I said, "Sure!  No problem!" and promptly forgot about it.

My husband and I did our Christmas thing, spent time with our baby (his first Christmas!), went to in laws for breakfast, my parents for lunch, then home, where he told me I should think about making the aioli since his mom was expecting it.  I said sure, dismissing it a bit since I knew I could whip it up in like two minutes, and promptly showered the baby and took a nap.  A few hours later he comes into the bedroom and says we should head next door so we could start dinner.  I panic, since I hadn't started the mayo, and hand the baby off, and try to get dressed, blow dry my hair, and start the aioli.

As I'm blow drying my hair in the kitchen, I turn and knock the olive oil off the counter accidentally, and slip, holding the dryer and whisk in both hands.   I smash my face into the cabinet and spill the whole bowl onto myself, giving myself a black eye, and ruining the dip... and also dooming our kitchen to smell like garlic for the foreseeable future.

I got up, showered, wiped the floor with some paper towels, and whisked some garlic in a bowl with some Hellman's and went to the in-laws.  They went out of their way to tell me how good my homemade mayo was.  They said nothing about my black eye.
<bot>: I spilled some oil and gave myself a black eye, gave in-laws store bought stuff that they politely said nothing but praise about.