Re-constitute your marriage as if it's milk; then drink it

What the heck is “reconstituted milk?” I read that term the other day on somebody’s blog, forgot whose, and I thought it was fascinating. The author made some kind of reference to reconstituted milk and divorce. I don’t remember the reference. But I did remember she used the terminology, “reconstituted milk.” And that resonated. I really liked it. And I copy it out of a sense of flattery to her and now I am going to Google “reconstituted milk” and then I’m going to come up with a post about reconstituted milk and divorce. Hang on……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
oh. It’ s just powdered milk that you add water to, like Similac or baby formula or something.  Hmmm…that’ s not very interesting nor does it lend for a divorce post.  I mean, what does reconstituted milk and marriage/divorce have to do with each other?… Well, I guess maybe if you think of your marriage as this sort of reconstituted milk (ok, I’m making myself chuckle here, I’m finding myself incredibly hilarious with this one) but if you think of your marriage as this sort of reconstituted milk, then, its like, you have some control over how, say, milky and rich the brew is, or how drawn out and watery. Its not like it comes in a bottle ready made like whole milk, you know? You have to be creative. You have to constitute and reconstitute that thing. And its up to you. It could be totally delicious and creamy and foamy and sweet and warm, or it can be this sort of curdled up beverage that is very hard to digest and not very flavorful.
So, it’s like, you make your milk and you drink it. You know? Whatever you make, so you shall drink. So when you constitute or reconstitute the milk, remember that you are the one who has to drink it. When you constitute and reconstitute your marriage, remember that you are the one who has to live it.
I’m doing laundry. And in between, research for this very annoying assignment I’ve been given by someone who shall remain nameless. It’s so annoying that it drives me to blog about nonsense like reconstituted milk in the context of marriage/divorce. But at least, it cracks me up. And I hope it cracks you up, too. Cause I’m really trying to amuse you, sport. I’m really trying to amuse you.