After eating half a bowl of cereal, I realized that something about the taste was . . . off.  I sniffed the cereal.  Smelled fine (Cinnamon Toast Crunch!).  I sniffed the milk.  Smelled cinnamony.  I tasted a spoonful of milk.  Tasted kinda weak, and cinnamony.  I tasted a bigger spoonful.  Um.  Kinda yucky.  One more taste, a bigger spoonful.  Eww!  Spit, spit, spit!

I ran to the fridge and yanked out the milk jug.  August 8th.  Yeah.  Two weeks ago.  I poured it down the sink drain. 

It was chunky.

How did I not notice that when I was pouring in my cereal?  Oh, yeah.  Our fridge is super cold (it's on the highest setting, though), and everything freezes, even the milk.  I'd thought the chunks were ice globs or something.

Or something.

Yuck!

And yet, when I'd sniffed the milk in the jug, it'd smelled fine.  My sniffer's broken, I think.  And my taster, too, since I didn't taste anything odd till the cereal was almost gone.