"springtime" milk

Today's morning went as follows:
wake up, roll over, close eyes, roll over, pick up computer, email, buy running shoes, get hungry, go to kitchen and make pb and j, decide that a glass of milk sounds perfect with that (an unusual experience for me as I do not normally drink straight milk), pour milk in pretty pink plastic cup, sit down to read "The Brother's Bloom" script, munch on sandwich, pick up glass, drink a sip of milk, something is off....it's like....flowers....the smell of them....in my mouth, realize there was still soap in my glass and I've just drunk the palmolive "springtime" soap.  Lesson learned: milk is not for drinking, I'll stick to water.