The other day I was cleaning. (Trust me, I'm just as shocked as you are.) More specifically, I was shifting things around and discovering the little bits of stuff that somehow manage to collect under them. (Seems entirely unfair. If stuff is going to collect on top of stuff, and along the sides of stuff, shouldn't there be some part that takes a break from collecting dirt? Yes, I think many things are unfair.) I was working in an area near a little wine rack cubby that I have. It fits about four bottles in it, so there are times, like now, where the other bottles are displayed atop it. In shifting to gather up the floor crud, I apparently backed into one such bottle and knocked it clean off onto the floor. So, I lost what smelled like a lovely bottle to the floor and ended up having to clean a much wider expanse of the floor what with the wine and glass all over. I wish I could tell you that the kitchen floor sparkles now, but I suspect it needs another go. But the lesson I have learned from this, is that clearly cleaning is bad and I should have just decided to lounge about instead.
But this story gives me an excuse to send you to the Pioneer Woman's tale of wishing for a doughnut.