As I made breakfast, I filled my glass with the last of the 2% milk, glance at the wife, shook the empty container, and said, “This is OK, yes?
“Oh, yes, now we can go back to the whole milk!”
Stare at the 2% container. Pause. “Oh, that’s right. We cut this half and half with bourbon, didn’t we? Sure made the Raisin Bran tasty.”
A gagging sound was recorded by the FBI recorders at this time.
