O, Father.

I went grocery shopping this afternoon after chopping off my hair. This was a big and important moment in my life. However, it also meant that I had to clean out the fridge. It seems that my father is incapable of doing this himself before he goes away on business, and usually I don't mind doing it for him while he's gone. Except when I find an almost full carton of milk hidden in the back that was best before February 10.