When It Rains, It Pours

On Saturday when I got home from the grocery store I noticed a puddle of dark syrup on the pantry floor.  Since we keep my diet root beers and my hubs Pepsis there, the source was obvious and obscure.  I immediately got rags and a bucket of water and started pulling things out of the pantry.  The fact that the floor is one of those imitation wood laminates that would swell up like...well something that swells up.

I cleaned and cleaned the floor and decided to let it dry before I did the final clean on it.  The danger of swollen laminate past, I could take my time.  Then a couple of hours later, hubs, reaching for something in the pantry knocked the cocoa powder on the floor under the pantry.  Cocoa powder went everywhere.  It is very fine powder.  Once again I was cleaning that floor.  At least it was empty and at least I had planned to mop it again anyway.

I have thought about the lesson that I might learn from this experience.  I am not sure of what it is.  I strikes me that these things that happened were accidents.  No one was at fault for them.  Accidents happen.  But, I did reflect that a side effect of spilled cocoa is the heavenly chocolate aroma wafting from the pantry.  Accidents may happen, but the effects aren't all bad.