Ladies and gentlemen, I present my greatest creation drawn from the same well of genius that gave us penicillin; total dumb luck.

You see, I woke late this afternoon. My love and I had a late evening due in part to the computer going on the fritz. As my machine is my katana, you understand how disturbed I must have been. I could not solve it last night, and so my distraction continued today.

I made my breakfast shake on automatic. Dump the protein powder, pour the milk, mix, lug it back, clean the cup, put away the milk.

Tonight (after a wonderful dinner with the my girl’s folks) I managed to get the computer running again. I decide to celebrate with a shake. Problem; the milk has disappeared. I look through the fridge … nada. I check the cabinets … lah (no in Arabic). I mosey around the house … voche (no in Armenian). Where the hell did I put it? I was certain I had put it back in the …

And then it dawned on me …

I opened the freeze …

And beheld the glory that is …

THE MILKSICLE!!!

In my perturbed state, I had absent mindedly dumped the milk in the freezer. Half a day later, a new thing is born into this world.

Like my family says; I don’t screw up that often. But when I do, I screw up spectacularly.