Today I did something utterly (udderly?) stupid.
We've all done it or been victims of it. Jeff Foxworthy even had a bit about it. Your buddy takes a sniff of something (an old gym bag, a closet full of stinky shoes) and goes, "Shooooo! That stinks!" Then he turns to you and says, "Come smell this!"
AND YOU DO!
Come on, you've been there, right?
So this morning my husband says to me as he leaves, "Can you check the milk?" He poured himself a glass but thought it tasted funny so he didn't finish it. He has a chronic sinus condition that makes smelling and tasting subtle differences difficult for him. Being the one with the working nose, I get asked to check things now and again.
I know that there are some chicken casserole leftovers that are giving the whole fridge a sort of spicy smell. So I figure the milk must just have taken up some "fridge taste." You know what I mean.
But in my groggy morning state (seriously, just saying "whuuu...?" is an achievement for me before 9 a.m.) I somehow assume that he wants me to taste the suspicious milk. And somehow I don't question of this assumption, even though I didn't check the milk until after noon, when I should have been awake enough to realize what I was about to do.
He had considerately left his unfinished milk from this morning in the fridge, in its cup, covered with a bit of plastic wrap. I'm getting things out of the fridge for my lunch and figure now's as good a time as any!
I took the plastic wrap off. *sniff*
Huh. It does smell kind of funny...not really like the casserole.
Somehow, no warning bells went off at this point either.
*sip*
OH HOLY Q#$!*()#$ OH MY GOD I'M GONNA DIE !%*)(#@$%!!!
Wait, no, I'M GONNA HURL!
OH GOD OH GOD SPIT IT OUT!!!
I didn't hurl. I didn't die either.
But I'm starting to get really paranoid about milk. The carton before this got sludgy (which I only noticed after I had finished an entire cup of tea, only to discover milk sludge in the bottom). Never seen that happen before. Before that, chunky milk in his cereal. Before that, separated "milk plasma".
You know, I think I'll stop keeping it in the door of the fridge now.
(please, don't take this moment to remind me that I was a National Merit Scholar...)



