Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk...

Fine. I will just swear then. Over and over and over again. Loudly, too. Here's the story: Friday nights tend to be my chill out night. I'm so tired from the previous week that I just like to take a shower after practice, get into my pj's, and watch a movie or America's Next Top Model marathons. But this Friday night, I decided it was time to go grocery shopping. I love grocery shopping. It's one of my favorite activities. So I went to the grocery store tonight, got all my food, including a gallon of milk, and drove back to my humble abode. As I opened the passenger door of my car to get my groceries, my milk fell out and decided to explode all over the road and me. As I watched my well-spent however much money drain out of two large holes, I will admit, I had some choice words that were spoken rather loudly in the middle of the night. Okay, I don't even pretend to be perfect and occasionally they come out. Sometimes it just feels better to say an expletive rather than a "dang it" or "oh my heck". I'm sure this is no excuse, but it is what it is. To finish my story... I carried the rest of my groceries up to my apartment, leaving my now successfully empty broken gallon in the middle of the road, but them away, and headed back to the grocery store for a gallon of milk. All I wanted was some cereal! Seriously, is that too much to ask?! I just finished that bowl of cereal and it was delicious; even more so because it was a lot more expensive than I had originally planned. And now, it is time to go to bed. I've got a big rugby game tomorrow. We're playing #11 Colorado (we're currently ranked #12). Wish me luck... and I hope your opinions of me have not decreased now that you know how I react to spilled milk.