A near knitting disaster

Today started out like any summer Sunday here in Seattle. It was beautiful, sunny with a cool breeze coming off the lake. Matt was very excited because today is the first full Sunday of Football Season. At 10 a.m. he was all ready for a day of football. I was in the kitchen when it happened. I heard a crash, then Matt yelling my name. I ran into the t.v. room to see his full glass of ice tea on the floor. I just looked at the spill when he looked at me and very quietly said, "It's in your knitting bag." I ran over to my bag which was sitting next to the table, and there, on top of the bag, is the cream baby bolero from One Skein that I'm almost finished with. I had been working on it last night and instead of sticking it back in the big Ziplock I normally keep it in, I just tossed it on top. I picked it up and could feel the wet ice tea on the project and in the skein of yarn. I ran into the kitchen where I gently began blotting the ice tea off the sweater. Matt was in mass clean up mode as I quietly worked at getting the potentially staining liquid out of my beautiful sweater. He quickly mopped up the rug and then began bringing the rest of the contents of my knitting bag into the kitchen. I had been so preoccupied with the baby sweater, I forgot about the rest of the knitting: my pink tank sweater that has gone untouched since the many baby announcements, my bag of knitting needles, several knitting shop flyers of upcoming sales (luckily those got most of the tea). Once the bag was emptied, Matt brought it into the kitchen where he turned it upside down over the sink and tea just poured out. I just stood there and stared at the large puddle of tea that had acquired in the depths of my bag. Matt felt so horrible about the ordeal and I was just so quiet (I was trying to remain calm and I think that freaked him out)! After I blotted the baby sweater to death, I set it aside to asses the rest of the damage. The pink tank was fine. The Ziplock baggie was open, but none of the tea got in. Tea got in the needle bag, but after dumping them all out and wiping everything, no harm was done. The knitting bag however, is gone. It's not the type you can wash or rinse out. I tried, but I think the lingering scent will always be there. I just can't put my beautiful yarns in it anymore. I do believe the baby sweater will be ok. I'm hoping I won't find any lingering tea stains as I continue to work through the skein.
On another disturbing note, I was telling this story to a good friend of ours when she confessed up to this little tale: Last weekend when I was in Boise, Matt has some friends over after a night out on the town. He had gone to bed while his friends continued to drink at our place. Apparently one of his friends (who I have never met) spilled their vodka drink in my knitting bag (luckily, all the projects were in a different bag and in Idaho with me, but there was still the needle bag in there). My dear friend (thank God she was there), even though she was a little toasted, knew the importance of the knitting bag, ran into the kitchen to get a towel. As she did that, she hit her toe on the corner of the wall and broke her toe. That is a good friend. I'm now moving the knitting bag - although when Matt's friends come over for drinks, I normally move the knitting because I knew something like this would eventually happen from one of his friends. Moral of the story folks, always keep projects in Ziplock baggies and make sure they are closed!