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No offense intended to any German speakers here...
Why the Spanish speaker is from Mexico rather than Spain when the English speaker is from the UK rather than the US, I'm not really sure.
My own fool self: So I reached into the fridge (I know: fridges are HAUNTED!). Ever so carefully, I closed my hand around the plastic gourmet pasta sauce container (little bugger cost an arm & a leg!). Okay. I have a solid grip on the thing. LIFT container & move it towards self to remove it from the fridge. HEY!!! It's working! Bottom edge of container catches against the top lip of Brita water pitcher. AAUUGGH! Pasta container opens, flies into the air! EVERYTHING is now covered in reddish orange glop! MAAAN O MAAAN what a freakin MESS! I had to laugh, though: I was being so careful & I thought I'd nailed it. Thought of that saying about counting un-hatched chickens. Next time I won't get smug until I've actually heated & eaten the sauce on some actual pasta!!!
My dog was so happy to see me she jumped all over my head... and when I laughed she kissed inside my mouth. Yes, I was frenched by my dog.