Crying Over Spilled Milk

Last night I picked up a gallon of milk from the corner market.
(Corner market sounds so much more elegant than grocery store.)

This morning I went to fix myself a bowl of cold cereal and noticed a puddle of milk on the counter where I had set the gallon of milk. When I went to put it back into the fridge the shelf that holds the milk had an inch of freestanding milk sitting inside.

Nice.

Now the milk is sitting in two pitchers in the same space in the door, which likely mean that at some point over the next week I will be crying over (more) spilled milk.

Happy Tuesday!