And, down the drain it goes:
Ironically, I drank a glass of (cow's) milk at dinner tonight after dumping my milk. And felt weird about it for the first time in my life. I think I have too much sympathy for what my sister cows go through to do that again.
(Ice cream, on the other hand, I won't be giving up just yet. My love for Chubby Hubby and Coffee Heath Bar Crunch and good old Breyer's vanilla runs too deep.)