what's really sad...

...is when it's 1 o'clock in the morning, and for some reason you're craving orange juice, and you go to the kitchen, open the fridge, take out the carton of orange juice, pour yourself a glass of that delicious, golden sweetness, raise the glass to your lips, take a big swallow...

...and discover that the orange juice has been quietly fermenting in the fridge while you were away on vacation.

Blech, blech, and triple-blech!

And orange juice gives me heartburn anyway! *grumble*

;o)