Carrying in the groceries today got a bit messy. I had a 10 kg bag (22 lbs) white bread flour under one arm in the football type carry with a couple plastic bags in the other hand and had just gotten inside the door off the porch when I hear my Hubby behind me saying Noooo, ohhh, whoa, STOP! Well the dogs are all there and the horses are hanging out right at the fence so I guess I did not think he was talking directly to me, but I did spin around to see who he was talking to, and why the concern in his voice. Well it turns out he saw the bag of flour coming undone at the bottom seam, and a little flour begin to trickle out. Now of course the power of the universe being what it is I would never spin in the direction of the flour bag would I? No, of course not, I had to spin the other way so that the weight of the flour comes to full bear on the defective seam which blows totally apart and the bag spews flour the full 180 degrees of the turn in the front entrance. Well somehow I did manage to get the bag down while it was still more than half full but what a mess inside and some out too. Worst of it is that the front closet door was slid open (of course!) and I flung the flour on everything in there, shoes, jackets, gloves, hats .. So our Valentine afternoon ended with us well breaded looking spending some quality time with a broom, dustpan and vacuum to the harmony of the laundry machines. Ahhh, togetherness! It all needed cleaning some day anyway, right?