This morning I check out one of the websites that I view on a semi-daily basis (hoping that means almost every day rather than more than once per day... I'm never sure with the semi annual versus bi annual versus whatever). The website is kept up by an unemployed guy in New York. This morning, he blogged about leaving the milk on the counter between cups of coffee and I got stressed. I actually was grossed out by the idea. I think the milk will go bad if it is out of the fridge for more time than it takes to pour what you need. Seriously. My husband finds it amusing that I freak when he leaves the milk on the counter for a minute or two. But me, back in the fridge right away. I like my milk to be cold cold cold. If I pour a glass, I drink it all up. No leaving it in the glass while I dawdley eat and sipping on it while it gets warm. No! It must be icy cold or it'll spoil.
They say we pick up irrational fears from our parents... mom? dad? either of you want to claim this one?
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"Tigger is all right really," said Piglet lazily. "Everybody is really," said Pooh. "That's what I think."
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