One Gallon

Guess how far a gallon of milk can go when it falls out of the back of the van, breaks open as it hits the driveway, splashes all over the five-year-old standing in the driveway, then is half-rescued by a heroic, quick thinking super mom, who rushes the dripping, sloppy mess into the house and attempts to pour it into a pitcher, to save what little milk was left? Pretty far, especially when it gets poured too quickly into the pitcher, which then overflows and spills over the edge of the kitchen counter and onto the dog who just happened to be walking by at that very moment. Then the little bit of milk left in the jug managed to find its way out of the jug and onto the other side of the counter, where it dribbled all down the edge, down the kitchen cabinets and onto the floor. By the time it was over, Olivia, Maggie, and I were covered in milk, along with the driveway and the kitchen floor.

So its a good thing that along with the milk, I bought a hose. It came in handy washing the milk off the driveway. It's a gray hose, which makes me feel old. Gray hoses are an old person thing. Young people always have green ones, probably because they are cheaper and prettier. But the gray one was a great buy, and it's a very durable hose. Yep, it's true. I'm getting old. Using words like durable is a sure sign.