Don’t cry over spilt milk. Well what if it’s pooling in your knapsack, dripping down your back and has been lightly spraying your calves for the past 300 yards? My newest misfortune, mistake, mishap… keep reading!
This afternoon I rode my bike to Safeway (following a pleasant trip to the library). Conor needed milk for cereal and we were outta eggs. So logically I faced the grocery store without zeal or zest. However, up for a challenge I bought a case of a dozen and a half eggs. My biggest fear was transporting those back to the apartment in a backpack squished beside a galleon jug of 1% milk and squashed below apples, pears, zucchini and a cucumber. How incorrect my unease was. The eggs were fine! On the other hand, the milk felt the pressure and leaked through the top. Every little bump and jolt most likely sent more milk splashing out. Don’t cry over spilt milk. Can I cry over cleaning the milk out of my backpack??