irony
February 10, 2009
After the longest day of my life, I drug a bowl out of the cabinet, poured some cereal for my dinner, and pulled my only box (yes, box) of milk from the fridge.
Then, I gracefully dropped said box of milk onto the floor.
I watched the thick, white liquid gurgle and spill and run like a lactose river across the tile.
And I sat right in the middle of it and cried.
February 11th, 2009 at 8:08 am
Oh, honey! I’ve been there! Check the mail in a week or so!
February 11th, 2009 at 10:21 am
Bless your heart!! I hope today is much better.
February 11th, 2009 at 11:08 am
Oh Em! Bless your sweet heart! I would have had myself a good cry too! Loving you!
February 11th, 2009 at 1:34 pm
Sometimes its good to ‘cry over spilled milk’ rather than keep it all bottled up inside. Hope tomorrow is better for you!!!!
February 11th, 2009 at 1:40 pm
Can you tell we are all Southern! “Bless your heart!” We all have those days and even though that doesn’t make it any easier just know you are not alone.
February 11th, 2009 at 4:59 pm
I miss your beautiful face too!
February 11th, 2009 at 8:33 pm
Oh, my sweet Emily!
February 12th, 2009 at 2:51 am
I have boxed milk too!
February 12th, 2009 at 2:08 pm
I LOVE BOXED MILK!
Makes you wonder why it hasn’t caught on in the US.