It was no longer a jug of milk, but rather a jug of cottage cheese. YUCK!!!
Evidently, my son (I am choosing to blame him, poor guy), when unloading the trunk of groceries forgot a very important one.
My hubby now calls poor Ol' Betsy, the "Milk Jug."
This was just the first few minutes of my "Beth Adventure." I have stories to tell coming soon.
Hope you have a beautiful week!