Don't Cry

People who say the wrong thing at the wrong time are said to have stuck their foot in it.  Sheila accomplished that without saying a word.  Three squirts away from being done and Sheila stuck her foot in the bucket and milk flowed everywhere.  As insurance, I use two buckets just in case; two girls' milk goes in the first and the third's in the other.  I might wonder why it is that a mishap never occurs when it's the first goat up or the bucket is still relatively empty.  No.  If it's going to happen, it's always when the bucket is full, full, full.  Worse, yesterday Sheila wouldn't lift her foot out of the pail and it was a struggle to lift it without making more of a mess.  That done, once started the job had to be finished, like it or not.  The one tiny bit of luck was that not much got over onto my side of the stand so I was spared a warm bath, especially since I still had Tessie to milk and Esther and Cindy to bring in for breakfast.  Also fortunate, it was not a day when milk had to be saved for my customer.

We're told not to cry over spilt milk, but they didn't say anything about cussing.

Happy birthday to my Kid Clay!