Last night the Prof. and I took the kids to dinner for pizza.
Afterward we went to the grocery store to buy two gallons of milk because we were obviously running out.
I have no idea what happened, but I woke up this morning and the two gallons of milk were still on the floor next to the door. There goes eight bucks.
I just dumped it all down the sink, I can't remember bringing it all in. Maybe I did. You know, at some point, you do something so many times you can't remember if you did it ten years ago, or if it was last night.
The sad thing is that the milk probably has so many gross hormones and whatnot in it that it would have been safe to drink. If it were up to me I would buy the organic stuff, but the Professor refuses to buy anything health nutty to a certain extent. I just barely drink the stuff anyway. If it makes your kids prematurely develop, then I hope it works for the Oldest. His high-pitched Mickey Mouse voice gets to me during the long days of existing.
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The Oldest----Known in younger years as Mickey Mouse, and now he is embracing adulthood by being over 18.
Eraser Eater----Well-known for his old habit of eating erasers and whining about ridiculous things. Now he eats Tabasco sauce and says little in his 15 years.
The Girl---The one who is still more mature than I am at 13.
The Oldest----Known in younger years as Mickey Mouse, and now he is embracing adulthood by being over 18.
Eraser Eater----Well-known for his old habit of eating erasers and whining about ridiculous things. Now he eats Tabasco sauce and says little in his 15 years.
The Girl---The one who is still more mature than I am at 13.
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6 comments:
What? You don't like your daughter going through puberty at age 7? It's the American way. Don't fight it.
I bought a book recommended to me by a total stranger at the grocery store. Eat To Live is the title. He tells all about the crappy American diet and how to fix it. Of course, Mr. Sinta loves Crappy American Food.
SIGH.
Organic stuff has poop all over it
You are much more health conscious than I. I would have tasted the milk, and then put it in the fridge if it was okay.
When I was in Brazil, the families there seemed to keep the milk on the table all day, as if it was a condiment.
I seem to remember that it didn't really taste like milk.
Bee---LOL!!!
Sinta---I like crappy American food too. I just eat it when no one is looking.
piggy---I know.
Doozie---I can't stop laughing.
Dapoppins---Now, you have to be crazy. I can't let anything dairy sit out for over two hours or I freak and never eat it. I have heard that most emergency room visits of food poisoning come from left out cheese.
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