Another story, short but sweet this time.
C (my first husband, remember?) refused to drink milk. And he refused to admit he just didn't like milk. He was allergic to milk.
About the third time I caught him chowing on half a box of Froot Loops with soy milk poured on top, I finally asked, curious to his answer since he could really pull some interesting stuff out of his ass, "I thought you were allergic to milk. So, why is it you can eat all the kids' cereal with milk with miraculously no ill effects?"
You know what he told me?
He actually responded, "Because when the sugar in the cereal mixes with the milk, it chemically disables the lactose in the milk, and I can have it then. Swear to God, learned it in Chemistry. But not anytime else. Because I'm allergic to milk. By itself, I mean."
*headdesk*
You are such a survivor. I stand in awe of your survivorship powers.
Posted by: RedMolly | September 25, 2007 at 04:43 PM
You are in the three legged dog Hall of Fame! I stand with RedMolly, sweetie!
Posted by: Blue Like the Sky | September 26, 2007 at 09:23 AM
Good God, I have a ex-brother in law that could be him.
Posted by: Michele | September 27, 2007 at 12:05 AM