I am currently in the West Palm Beach area. I am sitting in the hotel right now using wireless Internet. I have been helping my father with a project down here. It is at a large milk company. Let me tell you, I don’t have a craving for milk. On the docks sits quite a few milk jugs out in the heat. I am assuming they had expired. And cartons. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of them. But worst of all is the smell. It is awful. All that old milk. I now have a burn on my back because I was working without a shirt. But I did go to Old Navy and buy some new clothes. My shorts were getting too dirty. I had brought a bunch of work pants figuring it was going to rain, but I get down here and not a cloud in the sky. Just pure UV-filled heat. I’d take picture, but there is nothing interesting to see since I am not near the beach. Well, I am going to go find something to do in this hotel since Jessica is not talking to me.
Milk Stinks
