Every once in a while I pick up my boys from school with a car loaded with groceries. They hate when I do that. After studying all day and slaving over their textbooks, it's not fair they have to spend the first 15 minutes when they get home unloading groceries.
Huh. I'm just mean that way. And uncool.
Anyway, the other day we were in the process of unloading groceries,when a bag ripped and an entire bottle of olive oil fell onto the garage floor. Olive oil . . . oozing everywhere.
Liquid detergent, olive oil . . . that stuff is hard to clean up. After scooping up olive oil and glass with paper towels and scrubbing the cement floor with soapy water, there was still a stain. And since it was a warm day, by evening the garage smelled like an Italian restaurant.
Then, this morning. Let's talk about splatter effect. I read crime fiction. I've seen a few episodes of CSI. So I know about the intricate science of splatter. But has anyone done a splatter experiment with MILK??
One cup of spilled milk splatters everywhere. Chair legs, bottom of the table, baseboards, and I even found evidence of splatter in the next room. Milk is sticky, too. Did you know that?
I have a good friend who is a decorator. Every once in a while she tries to convince me to put a nice area rug under my kitchen table. You have nice hardwood floors, she says, and a rug will give definition to the eating area. I think about it. I like pretty things. Definition is good. Then I see a photo of my three smiling sons.
I had to spill it out for her (that was a pun, by the way): Hello! Can you say milk? or purple Kool-Aid? or the occasional soda? or, one time, a bowl of minestrone? Can you say twice a week . . . at least?!
She got the point.
Today is Thursday, we've already had two major spills this week, so we're clear for the rest of the week. Right? I mean, law of averages and everything . . .