I was sitting here in my chair dunking cookies in milk and eating them. Well, I was breaking cookies half into and floating them in milk, using a spoon to lift them to my mouth. I only dribbled one bit of milk, just a drip actually. It fell onto a washable surface. So far, so good.
Then I was through. I picked up the bowl to drink the milk from it. Somehow, I managed with the other hand to tip the bowl. The milk splashed onto the jacket I was wearing and in at the neck while the bulk of the milk went into my left coat sleeve. I gasped a little squeaky gasp.
Still, it was not too bad. When I reached six inches to the left, all the milk in the left sleeve ran uphill and hit my armpit. I shrieked a bit. What milk hit my left leg swiftly ran down my pants, onto my bare foot and into my shoe. I shuddered.
As I moved to clean myself up with a pair of pants right next to me in laundry I had just gathered, the rest of the milk ran inside my blouse to my waist. I really shrieked a long drawn out anguished shriek.
All this time I was on the phone, listening to Charlie. He had kept talking but now stopped. Then, I moved the coat off my lap and more milk ran down my right leg and into the other shoe. I looked down to clean my shoes, feet, and pants leg, hoping to remove milk. I noticed that the carpet had milk all over it, great big spots.
This was my last pair of clean pants, a clean shirt, the only jacket I wear in the house. sigh
And, all this without water...ugh. Okay, then I felt milk under my chin. argh Then, I got up and found my whole back to the waist was wet from the milk running to my armpit. Now, the chair is wet.
I will never take water for granted again, ever, in my whole life.
I do think the comment about the bottom falling out of the gallon tin of olive oil from a commenter was horrific. But, milk? And, no clean clothes and no water? I could die. I will be soured by morning because it is warm here!
Hopefully, the washcloth at the sink bath gets enough off.
Oh, just kidding about the "bad luck" bit. The rest? Who knows? It just happened in the blink of an eye.
Have you ever poured, spilled or somehow managed to get food or a product from your chin to your toes? Make me laugh. That way, I won't cry.