crying over spilled milk.

I have this thing about milk; if it's summer I won't drink it. I need my milk to be super cold. And summer just doesn't make cold milk. The instant you take milk out of the refrigerator it cools down at least 5*. That's the way I preceive it to be.

Starting in fall I start buying my favorite cereals again so I can take advantage of the cold milk thing. Last week I bought my all-time best cereal ever; cinnamon toast crunch. (It's so sad to think I sit here and blog about cereal.) The next cereal might have to be peanut butter captian crunch or maybe even cinnamon life.

Why must life have so many hard choices?