Something Rotten in the State of Dairy
Monday, March 3rd, 2008Home again after a 10-day business trip, Kit pops into the bathroom where I’m brushing my teeth.
“Hey, can you smell this? Your nose is so much sniffier than mine.”
I eye the uncapped milk jug suspiciously.
“March 5, huh?” Sniff, sniff….”whoa, definitely bad.”
“Ah hell, really?”
Kit closes one eye and peeks through the opening as he swishes the “milk” about.
“Yeah, by like A LOT. Don’t even think about it.”
“Well, now what am I gonna drink?”
“Dude, I dunno. It’s not my fault the milk went bad.”
Oh, how I miss these mornings when he’s away…
Dairy?