Honey

This morning I woke up late, which is pretty common. I get up to make coffee and stand bleary-eyed before my kitchen cabinets. While searching for coffee filters I notice that the shelf is really shiny. Glossy, even. Huh, they did a nice job finishing these I think to myself. My thought processes picking up, I begin to wonder how water got into the cabinet. Then I notice the overturned jar of honey. I close the cabinet and continue making coffee. I'll deal with it when I get home. By the time I get back home, more than 12 hours later, the honey has dripped down onto the counter. I cleaned it up pretty quickly, luckily honey dissolves in warm water, or maybe I'm become just too good at cleaning up messes.
Other food related messes: tomorrow, I juggle eggs in front of an audience.