An Inadvertent Idiom
Riki I enjoy our lazy Sunday mornings. We usually sit down to breakfast close to 10:00. After preparing the table and making toast on this particular morning, we sat down smiling. Then clumsiness stepped in. Before our first bite had even been taken, I sent the peanut butter jar careening into my full mug of milk, which promptly soaked everything on the table. Up we were again, salvaging what we could from the wreckage and sopping up the mess. We were no longer smiling. After 10 minutes of cleaning off jam jars, cutlery, milk cartons, margarine containers, kiwi fruits; after washing placemats and rinsing sponges, we finally sat down to eat. Now both of us were less-than-chipper. Grumbling at our breakfasts, now cold, we made it about halfway through before I got snappy with Riki over some unrelated subject. Having no idea of the common English expression, Riki said:There's no sense getting upset over spilled milk.
Haha, isn't that nice, Janet Weiss?