What's Up My Sk*rt? My Panties, and They Are Majorly Bunched Right Now

On Sunday we went to Target. My brother-in-law and his girlfriend were coming to visit that night and had requested a particular type of cereal for breakfast. Knowing that we were low on milk, I asked SOB to grab a gallon while I chased Sam up and down the aisles, picking up bottles of mouthwash or whatever else he threw to the ground. When we got home and unpacked the bags, there was no milk.

Yesterday SOB, on his way home from work, called to see if I needed him to pick up anything at the store. 'Milk!' I said! The little milk we had left had been polished off that morning. He got home, and in the bags there was no milk.

Later on we all went out for an early dinner. I must have said nineteen times that we needed to stop on the way home for milk. We got home, and there was no milk.

Even later, SOB and the brother-in-law and his girlfriend went down the street for a few drinks. They walked, since the place was so close. Also within walking distance? A Walgreen's and a Publix. 'Puh-lease remember to stop for milk on your way home,' I begged. We even had a phone conversation while he was out in which I gently reminded him to stop for the fucking milk.

This morning while I was at the gym, my cell phone rang. It was the brother-in-law asking me if I could stop and pick up some milk on my way home.

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