My 3rd Biggest Mess

The first one was when I one time bought a gallon jug of apple cider and put it in the back of my Subaru Outback and then took a corner too fast. I heard it roll across the back as if it was in slow motion before it smashed against the far wall and, well, lets just say that car still smelled faintly of apple cider a couple years later when we sold it.
The 2nd biggest mess was when I dropped a glass bottle (Costco sized!) of olive oil and my kitchen floor was covered with oil covered shards of glass.
Brett might argue that the time I spilled the 200 ounce cup of cherry lime all over him in a burger joint is number three. But he was really the only one affected by that one, so I am going to say tonight's spill was worse.
Are you ready?
For a good time, you might want to try and replicate this one at home.
I'll give you a hint, my hands are wrinkled and raw from cleaning, and my fingertips are purple.
OK, here goes.
Somehow an entire pitcher of grape juice spilled in the fridge. Complete. Purple. Disaster. There are still drips coming from the gasket surrounding the door. I hope the people below us don't have drips soaking through the floor. I soaked up a lot of pooled juice, but a whole pitcher's worth is a lot.
On the bright side, I had been meaning to clean the fridge for a while now. It would have been more fun if it hadn't been under duress, but, well, it is mostly done.
The story is even better--I was nursing Simon in the other room when I found out about it, so I let it sit for a while before I even touched it. Then when I was in the first round of cleaning Simon woke up and promptly pooped all over my jeans--totally leaking diaper. Always fun to have a blowout when you are already surrounded by a mess of enormous proportions.