DON'T CRY OVER SPILLED MILK:

DON’T CRY OVER SPILLED MILK:

… but when it happens, you let the expletives fly, baby!! That’s right, Clutzo the Magnificent strikes again!! =T After picking up Mia from school today, the kids and I headed to Albertson’s to do some grocery shopping. The usual… eggs, juice, meat, and a gallon of milk. I got everything into the car and back home without any problems. Then it happened…

I was putting the stuff away and reached for the grocery bag that had the milk in it. No sooner had I lifted the bag to about counter-top height when a tear in the bag allowed the milk to fall to the floor. Even with my cat-like reflexes I was unable to catch the milk. Okay, lately my reflexes are more like Garfield the cat’s… so you can understand why I wasn’t even close to preventing this from happening. The milk spilled, exploded, and spread all over the kitchen floor. It was another one of those “slow motion” moments and no matter how hard you try, you can’t prevent the inevitable… in this case, milk EVERYWHERE!!!

I can’t believe my Pistons lost tonight!! *arrrrggghhh!!!* It was just as sad as watching the Clippers take the suns to double overtime last night… then losing! =( My NBA Playoff season is falling apart!!!! Someone make it stop!!!

Anyone watching LOST out there?!?! Man, this is getting good!!! Next week is the 2-hour season finale... and Michael is leading 4 of them into a trap to save his son, Walt.