Apparently Santa does not hibernate except for one day out of the year. That fucker steals milk during the rest of the year. Give it to him on Christmas and he just takes it any other time!
Ok, back story...I went to the store and bought a gallon of milk earlier. Came home, put groceries away, and then went to Ashley's house to let the kids all play together. I get home and decide it's a lazy kind of night so we should have cereal for dinner. I know, I'm a bad parent. Sue me. I go to the fridge to get out the milk and had a WTF moment. I was seriously doubting my sanity. The milk had been opened and some was gone.
I sent a text to Casey's cousin that lives right by me asking if he hijacked my milk. He said lol, no not me. I asked if his roommate did...nope not him either...then he says "Maybe it was santa claus. he probably needed milk for his bowl of raisin bran." Then it clicked. Matt has jacked my milk for his raisin bran before. Dirty slut.
Now I know I am not losing my mind. Ok, I really DONT know that, but I can pretend I'm not because I wasnt imagining the disappearing milk issue.
I'm counting down the days to being back in texas now. I can't wait. I couldn't run away from there fast enough a few weeks ago. I thought I was burnt out and needed a change of scenery to rid myself of the bullshit hanging around back there. Have you ever run so fast from bullshit that you unintentionally ran smack into a pile of elephant shit? I did. Now I can't get back to texas quick enough.
Everyone should believe in something...I belive I'll have another beer.
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