Running down the table, chairs, floor.
And, oh fabulous home maker that built this home...why is the milk running in a little rivulet across the floor? I'm no carpenter...but that tells me that things aren't level and square and plumb and "right on the nuts". No?
You know how they say there's no use crying over spilled milk?
Well...what if you bump your head.
On the same cotton pickin' corner of the table while trying to clean up the stupid, God forsaken, running in a rivulet, spilled milk?
What about then?
'Cuz I might've cried.