Apparently it's one of those weeks. As we brought in the groceries the other night, I literally spilled the gallon of milk all over the ground. Poor Keith didn't know what was going on because suddenly I yelled, "HELP! Emergency!" and he didn't know what could possibly constitute a grocery bag emergency. He was able to get a pitcher and we saved about half of the milk. Hooray! My shoes, though, seemed to get the brunt of it. Alas, it wasn't until I was already at work the next day that I realized my shoes were drenched. Oops.