Here’s the thing, I did spill some milk last night as I was serving dinner.

But it was the most beautiful spill I’ve ever had the pleasure to call my own.

I refused to clean it up, enjoying those tiny islands as they slowly evaporated throughout our meal. When nothing but the big central blob remained, I got out the sponge and wiped away the remaining evidence of my wonderful accident.

Only then did I feel a little weepy.