Cadaver JuiceIt was a last minute favor for a friend who needed a ride to the airport at 11pm. I picked her up in Westwood and she gave me two gallons of whole milk. I was thinking in my head, as she put them in my car, I'm not going to be drinking that because I'm lactose intolerant. But we were in such a rush and I was so stressed out that I didn't even bother telling her not to leave it my car. One more thing I forgot to mention, this was on Monday. So a couple days later...I got into my car and I smell this stench. I looked around and thought "hmm I don't see any food packages." It hasn't hit me yet that I had the two gallons of milk in my trunk. I got home and was about to head up to my apt. Turned back because I was thinking about grabbing some clothes from my trunk. As I opened the trunk this foul foul smell hits me in the face. I had ROTTEN milk EVERYWHERE!!!!! There was curd everywhere! On top of my clothes, books, all of my favorite things!!! It smells like cadaver juice. OH gosh! What am I going to do? Did I mention, that I'm really stressed out? Imagine the normal Linda stressed and go ahead and multiply about 9 to that. I'm about right there. DRATS! My Cousin Stacey's Post: She totally cracks me up...I love it. Sometimes I wonder if it's just my family that's unique. Ode to studying... and a cup of coffee?? Tonight I was studying in the living room and my dad walked by. He took a glance at my bio textbook and saw a picture diagram of the female reproductive system. He asked, "Oh, are you studying about sea turtles?" I looked at him, and three seconds later, i nodded and said "uh-huh." It's awkward for me to explain these things to my dad. Immature? Maybe, but I would like to keep it that way. Thought I'd share. hehe |