The spell checker is going to go wild on this one!
Yes, I know that isn't a word. It is a Hannahism. My niece Ashlyn is lactose intolerant, and for whatever reason, the goovers think it's hilarious. Their cat is also, and back a few years ago Hannah shouted out "Piggy is lactose intolerous!" (the cat, not her sister) So, that's where the word intolerous comes from.
I love milk. I have always been a huge milk drinker, but stopped buying it when I moved in here, because it kept going bad. Half the time I don't eat here, and in the warmer months I will always reach for iced tea. So in the last four years or so I've rarely had a glass of milk, but thoroughly enjoyed it when I did. That is, up until a year ago.
When I had the girls for five days last New Years I made hot buttered Cherrios for Ash and I one night after the goovs had gone to bed. (they aren't fond of them) We sat down with our snack to play Monopoly, and I had a big glass of milk. Now, O's are really salty, so I had a second big glass of milk. I paid for that the rest of the night. I was thinking I had a tummy bug, but woke up in the morning just fine. Then the next night I had a glass and immediately had tummy trouble.
Inconceivable! Me? Lactose intolerous? That just can't be! Well, it is. It's so bad now that after one small glass the other night my tummy hurt. I had a splash in my cafe mocha this morning........ not good. Why????? Ugh. No I'm not drinking that soy crap, don't even bring it up. I forget who I was talking to about getting older and all of these weird things happening, like suddenly becoming lactose intolerous, and she assured me that many of these oddities right themselves again as time goes by. I sure hope so! I long for the day when I am "tolerous" again!
Yes, the irony that my cat's name is Milkie does not escape me. :) I'm still tolerous of her, mostly.
Yes, I know that isn't a word. It is a Hannahism. My niece Ashlyn is lactose intolerant, and for whatever reason, the goovers think it's hilarious. Their cat is also, and back a few years ago Hannah shouted out "Piggy is lactose intolerous!" (the cat, not her sister) So, that's where the word intolerous comes from.
I love milk. I have always been a huge milk drinker, but stopped buying it when I moved in here, because it kept going bad. Half the time I don't eat here, and in the warmer months I will always reach for iced tea. So in the last four years or so I've rarely had a glass of milk, but thoroughly enjoyed it when I did. That is, up until a year ago.
When I had the girls for five days last New Years I made hot buttered Cherrios for Ash and I one night after the goovs had gone to bed. (they aren't fond of them) We sat down with our snack to play Monopoly, and I had a big glass of milk. Now, O's are really salty, so I had a second big glass of milk. I paid for that the rest of the night. I was thinking I had a tummy bug, but woke up in the morning just fine. Then the next night I had a glass and immediately had tummy trouble.
Inconceivable! Me? Lactose intolerous? That just can't be! Well, it is. It's so bad now that after one small glass the other night my tummy hurt. I had a splash in my cafe mocha this morning........ not good. Why????? Ugh. No I'm not drinking that soy crap, don't even bring it up. I forget who I was talking to about getting older and all of these weird things happening, like suddenly becoming lactose intolerous, and she assured me that many of these oddities right themselves again as time goes by. I sure hope so! I long for the day when I am "tolerous" again!
Yes, the irony that my cat's name is Milkie does not escape me. :) I'm still tolerous of her, mostly.
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