Oh my. It started off good and went downhill from there. Ok..not so much downhill as, well, ok, downhill.

Work was good today. Busy but good, not crazy but good. That kind of day. Life was good and I was going to work out! I mean, look at my muscles. Why just after two days of working out I am firming up. Go with me here people. I am on a natural high. After all, I gave all my Captain Morgan to my neighbor after the waffle incident. We are drinking unsweet iced tea here, with lemons from my neighbor that are bigger than...well they are just big!!!! Think cantelope...only smaller.

I get home from my workout and I am so up for cooking dinner. I have it all planned. I get the meat in the oven (turkey tenderloin in lemon garlic), and the other stuff like rice and then some snow peas and mushrooms in the skillet. I have the milk in the freezer getting chilled (the girls like it sort of frozen)..and that's where the hamster stops running in his wheel.

The love of my life opens up the freezer door and WHAM..out come the glasses of milk. On to the floor. And it's all in pieces. And milk is everywhere, And we are blaming each other and of course it's his fault because people..he opened the freezer too fast. That took us about 15 minutes to clean up in which time I let him know in no uncertain terms that it was his fault and he was lucky I was still around. I know...I'm so supportive aren't I?

We got through that and dinner was eaten and snow peas were consumed...ok Meelie ate two, Chickie gagged one down, and ice cream was given and life was good.

And I? I'm going to bed. Well, after the youngest is done taking a shower and all of her hairs are brushed.

There is only so much spilt milk a woman can handle. Especially if it comes with broken glass. All over your kitchen floor.

Even if it's your husband's fault. Even though that's not fair because you didn't tell him to open the door slowly. Because, he should read your mind. And he loves you even if you do blame the whole thing on him.

How cool is that?