Yesterday was cleaning day and the floor had just been cleaned. I scooped it up, but it didn’t look pretty. When Rick got home I asked him if he wanted to eat it or go out. I literally didn’t have anything else to make. So we ate it and it was fine…no questionable bits. I don’t think I could have eaten it if the floor had not just been cleaned.
Reminds me of how you can tell how long a missionary has been out in a 3rd world country. 3 missionaries get a fly in their milk. The greenie pours the whole cup out and washes it. The one who has been out a year picks the fly out and then drinks the milk. The one who is about to go home just downs the milk 🙂