Thursday, December 11, 2008

A written complaint

Sometimes the notes the boys leave crack me up. Sometimes they crack each other up. Michael found this terse message from Brice on a carton of Almond Breeze in the refrigerator, and it sent him into a spasm of hysterical laughter. (OK, maybe you just had to be there)
In all fairness to Almond Breeze, it's good stuff. We drink it all the time. There was just a little bit left in this particular carton and it was several days old already, so I guess it was past its prime. And now we know what happens to that stuff when it goes past its prime: the viscosity exceeds tolerable levels.

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