the cautious life.

If you’ve ever wondered what a gallon of sweetened iced tea looks like when it’s spread out about 1/16-of-an-inch thick, it looks a lot like my kitchen floor. Covered in iced tea.

Awesome.

Though, my girlfriend, Kate, quickly identified at least three positives: 1) the container wasn’t glass; 2) it didn’t land on my toes; and 3) it wasn’t milk. All valid.

Worst part: We don’t even drink iced tea. We bought it for someone else.

Until moments before the torrent was unleashed, I had been watching Apocalypto, half of me wondering why the native tribe was cutting people’s hearts out, the other half wondering why Mel Gibson is still allowed to make movies.

I now understand one of those two.

And I’m still thirsty.