This morning, I gave the Baby Hulk some milk, and I heard him tell Squirt that it tasted yucky. Being the good mom I am, I poured Squirt a small glass and asked him to taste it for me. (I hate milk and never drink any except a small amount in my cereal, so I wouldn't know good milk anyway.) Squirt confirmed the milk was indeed bad so I put it aside. It's a gallon of milk that has an expiration date of August 1, 2010. This milk should have lasted through the weekend, but for four sons who love to drink milk.
Lance came home and saw the almost empty gallon of milk on the counter and asked why I hadn't poured it down the drain yet. I am taking the almost empty gallon back to the store for a refund. Lance is horrified. He keeps telling me how we are almost done with the milk, but I don't care. I had to pour out three cups this morning, plus the milk from my cereal. PLUS, this is the second time this is happened in two weeks. I won't put up with it. I can promise that I will get my refund on this milk. And I will spend my $3.50 how I choose.