The other day I was taking groceries out of the car. I had more than I could carry in one go and was depositing them in the sparse flower bed by the driveway. I finished and prepared to go inside, when I realized I was balancing a gallon of milk on the crook of my elbow. Why I had put it there is beyond me and how I had managed to unload the rest of the car with it staying in place with balletic grace I can only chalk up to the universe's sense of humor, and just like a Loony Toons cartoon as soon as I realized that it was there I immediately fumbled it, splitting the container in an ocean of white liquid over my hydrangea plants. I decided not to cry over the proverbial spilt milk .