As previously reported, the Pacific Northwest is being hit with a winter storm that has brought snow and ice and dangerous driving conditions. My family has been scooting along just fine: the kids can walk wherever they want to go, I could walk to work but my parents are actually picking my sister and I up every day, and my husband is loving driving in all of this.
But yesterday, Gov. Gregoire declared a state of emergency, and this proclamation seemed to declare first and foremost that it waives restrictions of work hours for truckers hauling milk shipments from farms to dairy facilities.
Huh. I didn't know we lived in such a Milk Mafia state. Who is pulling the strings that we need to make sure milk is going from farms to processing plants asap, even during these days of terrible weather and jack knifed semi trucks up and down the I-5 corridor?
My sister and I had a good laugh over it yesterday at work, and when her husband called to say he was on his way home and stopping at the store first, we cackled, "Don't forget the milk! There's a milk crisis happening in our state!" And it was good funny.
Until this morning, when I opened the fridge and saw that we Had No Milk At All. Last night, the boys made brownies (from scratch of course) and fresh baked brownies require tall glasses of milk and that results in no milk for Mom's cereal in the morning.
Quick! Defrost the truck and hit the store! Stock up on milk! It's a Dairy State of Emergency!