Got Milk?

Oops. I dropped the Undaling off at daycare this morning, but forgot to drop off the little cooler of pumped milk that Mrs. Undaground worked so hard to make. He'll have to drink formula today.

So in addition to my daily work responsibilities, I'm now responsible for the safekeeping of this milk so that it can be used at a later date.

The guy in the office next to me has a mini-fridge, so I've placed the valuable liquids in there.

Once, I left a bottle of Gatorade in his fridge, only to find that he had drank it in a moment of weakness when he clearly needed to replace some electrolytes.

There's a chance I'll walk into his office later and find him with a fresh, milk moustache.

Creepy.

Maybe I should leave him a note (or some chocolate chip cookies).