What inspires me today:
Lactose.
Lactose.
At the risk of sounding hip, I buy almond or rice milk. To clarify, I am not a cool vegan, my intestines are just intolerant towards poor old lactose.
When my family buys milk at home, we go big. Gallon jugs for us.
I get non-fat because I don't like chewing my drinks.
I get non-fat because I don't like chewing my drinks.
With all that seemly useless knowledge about personal preferences on milk-like beverages now in your brain, imagine my surprise when my housemate brought home an actual.milk.carton. On it there was a logo, farm name, nutrition facts, a little game to play, and even a barcode.
My question/source of confusion and worry: What happened to the missing children side of the box?
I feel like I remember "winding up on the side of a milk carton" to be a legitimate fear in my not-so-distant past, so I'm wondering how long ago they decided this wasn't an effective way of getting that sort of news out. The world would like to know.
My question/source of confusion and worry: What happened to the missing children side of the box?
Drop your cereal, we've got crime to solve!
I feel like I remember "winding up on the side of a milk carton" to be a legitimate fear in my not-so-distant past, so I'm wondering how long ago they decided this wasn't an effective way of getting that sort of news out. The world would like to know.
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