I think my fridge did that thing again where it makes my milk go bad.  Two days ago i thought my shredded wheat/bran flake medley tasted a little funky and lo and behold it's true -- I had accidentally turned it down a little bit too much after it froze my baby carrots to a solid block of orange.  I ate them anyway, in case you're wondering, but the milk I have delegated to the back of the fridge because I'm too heartsick to actually throw it out. Maybe I'll drink it later when I get kind of desperate.  How that desperation will come about is a mystery but it never hurts to be prepared.  On that note I'm going to spend some quality time hanging out with my main squeeze.  Did I mention that I gave my heart to cold cereal?