Milk Puddles

So after a full day of shopping at many different stores I am finally home, hurrying in so I can change Kennedy’s diaper, and get dinner started before Andrew gets home. One of the lovely things about not having a garage and living on the second floor is that there are many trips up the stairs to bring in your groceries. So I always try to load as much as I can to save my trips. Normal, right? Anyway, as I am stacking up the boxes I am going to bring in I have an gap… so using my tetris skills I fill the gap with a gallon of milk. Go me! As you can guess I am walking up the stairs and about 10 steps up the milk falls right over my shoulder... yes, milk everywhere I can just hear the carton brake, splashing and rolling down the stairs! Oh Joy! Well… When I went back down to clean it up, there where milk splashes all down the side of the building, and about 3 big puddles of milk under the stairs! How do you clean up milk outside?! Ehh.. Well it did make for a good laugh and now that I cleaned it all up I bet all the neighbors are wondering why the cement and stairs are mopped… :)