I am not much of a collector.
But I do have a few weaknesses.
One is for bowls. I dearly love them. But I keep myself in check pretty well in their acquisition. Most of the time.
The other is milk bottles. I don't know WHY I like them so much. But I'm drawn to them like a bee to pollen.
Not long ago, Hub Man and I went shopping at Whole Foods.
(There's your first mistake right there.)
Don't I know it. It's like the Disneyland of food.
Well, there I was, minding my own business, browsing the dairy aisle, and I saw it.
A bottle full of milk. A bottle unusual size and shape, with cream floating at the top.
Here's their website.
http://www.stbenoit.com/html/milk.html
Real milk! I thought. The kind I used to buy from a rancher years ago in gallon mayonnaise jars. I didn't look at the price…
(Yes you did, you little disingenuous prevaricator.)
Okay I glanced at it, but my milk bottle obsession overrode my Scotswoman's genetic programing and I grabbed it.
Since that day, I have ended up grabbing three of them on separate trips. I decided that I NEEDED at least three of them. Hub Man accused me of being a hoarder. Which if you knew him, and if you know me, is high jocularity indeed.
Pot / Kettle.
Now that the dreamy creamy milk has been consumed by the male person of the household who likes dreamy creamy, I put my non fat milk in them…
They make me very happy. Somewhere in my medulla oblongata.
(You mean somewhere in your monkey brain?)
No, I mean they make me happy in a very primitive place deep inside.
My happy place.
(You are very easily amused.)
I know.
It's one of my finest qualities.
