"It's time to milk the cow" is what I always announce when milk needs to be purchased from the store. I have to admit my household consumes a lot of milk. In fact, we love milk! I say "we", but it's actually me who consumes large quantities of moo juice.
Earlier this week upon picking up my youngest son from work I made my usual announcement thinking we'd just stop at a convenience store on the way home. I have the "I buy, you fly" policy so he knew he'd be expected to go in the store, but wouldn't have to spend his own money. What ensued from Point A to Point B was a 30 minute dissertation about me drinking too much milk. I graciously listened and simply asked him as we pulled into the store parking lot, "So what's the bottom line? Am I supposed to stop drinking so much milk?" My theory is that he just didn't feel like going into the store because the answer to my question was a quick "no" as I parked the car. He did come back with a Milky Way as a peace offering, so I guess his whole dissertation was a moot point, but one in which he was willing to concede his defeat.
Before any of you start typing out a response telling me that large amounts of dairy might not be good for me, let me move on to the rest of the story. I have a vitamin D deficiency. For the last 9 months I take huge quantities of prescribed vitamin D, but my numbers never improve when I have blood tests done every 3 months. I remain hopeful, but in the meantime it's time to milk the cow!