I never have milk in the house, so I don't have to worry about whether it's gone bad. Soy ilk and cream and the like I just sniff or judge by how solid it is. Super cavalier.

Being at work continued to be frustrating right up to actually getting out of the parking lot, but I bought gas successfully, and then came home and watered the front lawn and then took down my tent (that has been pitched in the backyard to air out for a couple of days) and now I feel much better. I am pretty good at packing up tents and the like, I must say. Maybe I should put that on may resume as a special skill.

The cats might be too dumb for the automatic feeders. I'm sure they will figure out where the food is eventually, but tonight I had to pic up two of them and put them in front of the opening where the food is. Pixie I had to shove her head towards the dish before she got it. SMH

I should have dinner, too, speaking of being too dumb to eat...

Speaking of napping in the lactation room: [link]

What a coincidence! Or is it?

It is. That sounds like a lot of nuttiness and unused office space.

Could be a zeitgeist thing. There was a whole lot of peculiar in that question, for sure.

French Toast for breakfast. French fries for dinner last night. So continental.

Hohn hohn hohn!

~ma for your mom, Matt.

In other news, I just had to explain that root beer is not a beer and generally is non-alcoholic to some non-Americans.

Much ~ma Matt.

and generally is non-alcoholic to some non-Americans.

But will get most non-Americans plastered.

Alcoholic root beer is now a thing and is delicious!