The Story of the Broken Milk Cap

Ya know...sometimes in life it is the most fun to be thankful the stupid little things that happen in your day that you normally would never think of.

I know for me one of those stupid little things has stuck through for years now.
A broken milk cap.

Now for most of you reading this you probably are wondering why I am crazy enough to love broken milk caps ...well here's the story.

About 6 years ago, I was sitting around the breakfast table. My Dad, brother and youngest sister Tayah had left for school since they had to go earlier then me and my sister just younger then me (Nakelle). So Nakelle, I and my mom were sitting at the breakfast table and I wanted a second bowl of cereal but our gallon of milk ran out so I went to the fridge to get a new one. As I brought it to the table and tried to open it...it wouldn't open. I sat and twisted it relentlessly again and again, while my mom and sister sat smirking at me.

Finally after watching me struggle with my skinny Twizzler like arms my mom ask "want some help?" So with a defeated sigh I said yes and passed her the gallon. Then it was mine, and Nakelles turn to watch. My mom struggled with it, her face getting a little red. But the milk cap would not come off, and I was feeling slightly more triumphant realizing my mom couldn't get it off either and realized how funny one looks when trying to get a broken milk cap off. Finally my sister the strongest of us all, laughing her head off asked if she should try. So my mom sheepishly passed her the milk.

My sister twisted it and...it didn't budge.She gave it a murderous look (like it would help somehow) and twisted it again and again. By this time we were all laughing at this stupid milk cap that wouldn't budge! For some reason the cap was bound and determined not to leave that milk. Finally my sister ran to the silverware drawer, yanked it open and pulled out a butter knife with a look of pure triumph and a little bit of madness.  "You are not" I started but before I could finish she shoved the knife under the lid and pride up. Once, twice, three times and POP! The lid went soaring like a flying saucer in hurry and landed with out a noise on our couch in the other room.

We sat and looked at it for a few minutes and started busting up laughing even harder then before. We had spent almost 15 minutes trying to open a gallon of milk, and the only reason it had been vanquished was because of Nakelle attacking it with a butter knife. To this day it's still one of my favorite memories.

I like to try and find little things like that in everyday. Things i feel like sometimes you would miss or not really care about.

I know just recently I'm very thankful for the little leaf bug that has sat on our front porch for the last week. See I thought leaf bugs only existed in Horten Hears a Who.So I feel very luck indeed to be able to say hello every day  to our little leaf bug. Hello leaf bug! :)