Apparently, the North American Milk Jug Annual Convention (I’m assuming you’ve heard of NAMJAC?) is happening in our fridge at this very moment. I’m a bit miffed that I wasn’t informed and somewhat hurt that I wasn’t invited. But as far as I can tell, they don’t seem to be hurting anyone.
This is what happens when Robbi and I fail to communicate about who is doing the shopping. Actually, this happens a lot. Actually, this is what our fridge looks like pretty much all the time.
We’re all about strong bones in the Barn.
Dairy milk is supposedly mucus (snot) producing. Might I suggest almond milk?
Our fridge looks like that all the time. Noah and I drink lactose-free milk. The baby drinks whole milk. Jeff and Spence drink regular skim milk. I sometimes think I need an extra fridge just for the milks.
When you get older, you may find yourself compulsively picking up more of an item almost every time you go to the store. With my mother-in-law, it was toilet paper and light bulbs. My husband brings home big packs of paper towels. I haven’t figured out what I get, but it is probably just miscellaneous “stuff we don’t need.” The pattern can be endearing or maddening. (Need some paper towels?)
Life calls for laughter.