Master Cleanse day 7 has been really uneventful. Everything was pretty much the same as it has been. I didn't drink that much lemon stuff today, probably because I wasn't very active. I downed about five glasses.
On a happy note, our landlord sent someone to fix our driveway, so I can park in it without tearing up the under side of my car! It had quite a treacherous drop-off. This also means I won't be awoken to the sound of other people's cars being torn up when they randomly turn around in it in the middle of the night.
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- Milkmaid and her pail
- From Aesop: A farmer's daughter had been out to milk the cows, and was returning to the dairy carrying her pail of milk upon her head. As she walked along, she fell amusing after this fashion: "The milk in this pail will provide me with cream, which I will make into butter and take to market to sell. With the money I will buy a number of eggs, and these, when hatched, will produce chickens, and by and by I shall have quite a large poultry-yard. Then I shall sell some of my fowls, and with the money which they will bring in I will buy myself a new gown, which I shall wear when I go to the fair; and all the young fellows will admire it, and come and make love to me, but I shall toss my head and have nothing to say to them." Forgetting all about the pail, and suiting the action to the word, she tossed her head. Down went the pail, all the milk was spilled, and all her fine castles in the air vanished in a moment! (Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.)
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