Memory

A funny memory came to me unbidden tonight. I got home after watching a decidedly lame Superbowl with my sister, and I was making a cup of tea. I had put the milk out to add to the tea after it had steeped a bit. I went about doing some other chores, and eventually came back to get my tea.

As I walked back into the kitchen, I noticed the milk still on the counter, and a phrase from the days of old, back at The Mag, popped into my head:

"Why are we punishing this milk?"

I laughed out loud. Thanks g-fav.