Where Milk Should Not Go

This morning, I rose early (for me) so I could take Susse and Mr. Susse to the airport. They are going to NJ, Mr. Susse's natal soil. Maybe native ground is better. Natal soil sounds like the first dump one takes after being born. But I digress.

My cold cereal breakfast was consumed, as it is three times a week, in the car out of a tupperware container. And at some point just before picking up my passengers, I drippled milk on my right lapel and onto the ends of my hair in one spot. Don't ever do this. Milk dries very sticky and it seems to have coated the hair shafts very efficiently. I should give up trying to rub it off and just wait until I can shower.