Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-dge!!!!!!!!

This is a freshly-made, gallon of Poo Juice that slipped out of my hands as I was placing it in the refrigerator door. On the hardwood floor. And the railing spindles. And the stairs. And the wall. And the downstairs ceiling. And the downstairs couch. Not exactly how I imagined spending my Saturday morning.