I Have a Drinking Problem...

I usually buy two gallons of milk at a time - skim for me, and whole for Joel. (Brandon despises milk in any form.) Two gallons seems like a lot of milk for only two people, but we always seem to guzzle it down long before it sours. When I finished my gallon before Joel did, I started drinking his. Now I am addicted to whole milk. Skim just doesn't cut it any more. Even 1% seems too weak. I'm going to have to start drinking less, though, because whole milk has a lot more calories than I am used to ingesting with my breakfast cereal or lunchtime pbj.

If I ask Joel "What does the cow say?" He responds with the cutest soprano "moo" you've ever heard. I can't help but giggle at him.

Man, he is QUICK!

I turned away for only a few seconds. In that time Joel managed to fish two black Sharpies out of Brandon's backpack and go wild with them. He scribbled a dark patch all over the facial features of one of his toy ducks. I guess he decided that the hapless animal needed a mask to hide its secret identity. I was able to clean the marker mask off the long suffering plastic ducky using hairspray. There are only a few faint stains left on Joel's chubby fingers, and his face is mostly clean. I still haven't figured out how to remove the hyroglyphics from the microfiber couch, however.