I abhor milk. I always have. The mere thought of it being squirted out from a cow makes me nauseous. Nevermind the lattes and my endless supply of half & half; I hate milk.
Tonight, I drank a half of a half gallon of milk. And I want more. Is it possible to ward a lifetime of pre-osteoporosis in one evening?
This weekend, I learned the best possible reason why tornadoes do not have names. According to Jim, hurricanes are named because you watch them develop, you track their path, then they come knocking at your door. You've got a relationship with a hurricane. A tornado? That's just a one-night-stand.
It is very easy to confuse a jumper cable with a bungee cord. Jump.....bungee. It's basically the same thing.