Monday Conor and I went grocery shopping. I went to get soy milk, among other things, and while checking out the offerings thought, “Hey, look, chocolate soy milk! Mmmmm…” I’ve been enjoying it since then.
Just now I was looking at the (now empty) box wondering why there were cows on a box of soy milk. Because, dummy, you bought ORGANIC regular milk thinking it was soy milk.
This probably explains the projectile vomit this morning that soaked both our outfits, the chair, computer, cords, external hard drive, side table, camera bag and carpet.