I love drinking good, cold milk.  I prefer whole if possible, but 2% usually fits the bill since that’s what the family drinks.

But most of the time, the milk just isn’t cold enough.  So I now am in the habit of pouring myself a glass, and then sticking it in the freezer for ten to fifteen minutes.

You can still see the frostiness of the mug.  You can also see I have voicemail.  Boy, aren’t YOU perceptive?

Mmmmm, cooooooold milk.  It’s the only way to go.  Yesterday it washed down the last 4 Golden Oreos in the house.

So I am happy for the cold milk but am lamenting the departure of my dear circular friends.