When the milk goes bad...

My day has not been very great so far...

As I work on preparing breakfast, I take some slices of bread to put in the toaster: green mold...

I brew some tea, and pour myself a cup and add a little bit of milk. I take a sip, and it tastes funny. I assume I must have bad morning breath... After I take a few more sips, the tea really still tastes funny... Because we've been having some problems with the dishwasher lately, my crazy brain decides there might be some soap residue in the mug that must be altering the taste of my beverage.
So I take a new clean mug, pour some more tea and milk. Still the same funky taste.
Luckily, I am an anlytical type person... If it is not my breath, nor the mug, it must be the milk...
I open the fridge, check the expiration date on the bottle (it is today), open it and smell it...
Yes, it is bad milk... Thank you, Captain Obvious!!!

I don't think today can get any better: I have a dentist 's appointment later this morning, then I have to work the closing shift at my favorite department store.

Une belle journée en perspective!