Tikkabik

Woke up at quarter to 7 this morning to a loud crashing sound in the kitchen. Emmeline had opened the refrigerator door to get milk for her cereal, and apparently a metal bar that holds bottles in place inside the door gave way, spilling numerous bottles to the floor -- including a king-sized bottle of A-1 Steak Sauce and soy sauce, both of which shattered when they hit the tile.

Cleaning that stuff up is like trying to clean up a crude oil spill -- it's sticky, it spreads everywhere and even when you think you've cleaned it up, it's still there. It didn't help that it had gone *under* the fridge, so I had to move the fridge out to get all of it.

All without a mop -- the mop we have busted about a week ago and I haven't replaced it yet.

My heart breaks to see the A-1 gone. I can replace it, of course. I'm just sad to lose it on principal. It's my favorite steak sauce.

This is shaping up to be a fine weekend.