I Say It Best When I Say Nothing At All.....

Maybe I should blog on the days we buy milk. I need something as a reminder that it is time to blog again. If I were to blog on the days I go running, then you would never hear from me again. If I were to blog every time I think about Coralee, then I would be an irritant, because I would blog too often. I'll stick with the milk.

We were low on milk on Monday, so I volunteered to go to the store. We drink a lot of milk at our house; to the tune of approximately 12 gallons every 7 to 10 days. I love telling people that. Just the look on their faces is worth the statement alone. Most of you reading this are thinking, "I have never had that much milk in my lifetime." We really didn't need much else from the store; just milk. As I was loading the shopping cart, I thought to myself, "people are going to look at me very strangely. Who buys this much of anything with an expiration date, all at one time?" I recognized the awkwardness of this situation, so right then and there I decided I was going to have some fun with this. As I suspected, the clerk checking me out looked at me strangely and said, "that's a lot of milk." "Yes it is." "I guess you're in charge of the milk and donuts at work?" I wasn't buying any donuts, but the suggestion had me won

On Sunday afternoon, I found some leftovers in the fridge and piled my plate high with all varieties of meat: pork roast, boneless chicken wings and steak and chicken from the previous night's fajitas. Mmmm, good! I didn't put any fruits or vegetables on my plate, just the meat. I sat down at the table with the rest of the family and published tidings of great joy of my excitement of eating this; and later that evening a steak that Coralee had planned for dinner. Everybody looked at me strangely. They all had a a good variety from all the food groups. "Nothing but meat, my friends....nothing but meat," I announced, "I may not survive the day after all of this. You wouldn't miss me much if I kicked the bucket, would you?" Nobody really disagreed with me. "No worries, Honey," I continued, looking fondly at Coralee, "I'm worth more dead than alive!" "The only problem," she said, "is that you're not worth enough