Ode to Glass containers

Although I have been enjoying almost everything Armenian, the milk is a major exception. It is sold off an un-refrigerated shelf, in a cardboard box. There is no easy way to open the aforementioned boxes, as both flaps are glued completely flat. If you are successful in prying the flaps up, you are faced with two choices: 1- cut the flap completely off, leaving a gapping unclose-able hole, (where the milk promptly picks up each flavor of the things sharing the refrigerator) or 2-try to run a knife/scissors/sharp object in between the two completely sealed pieces of cardboard, which if done properly will leave you with a somewhat decent (albeit SOGGY) pouring spout. However if the second option is your choice, know that if done wrong, you are left with an awkward slice through the side of your box, and you have to pour the milk by squeezing the box and hoping the output of milk lands in approximately the same spot you were aiming the slice at. (And by "approximately" I mean that some of the milk actually gets into the bowl as well as down either side of the bowl and onto the floor.) Realizing that neither option worked for me, I decided to use one of my plastic containers to hold the milk in. This worked for about 2 days, when I realized that the plastic gave the already foul tasting milk an even worse aftertaste than it already had. But now I have been saved. My Amazon.com purchase arrived much quicker than I expected. I unwrapped the box and found my sparkling glass milk pitcher, complete with pouring spout, lid and handle. It is the small things that make me happy. This morning, as I was getting breakfast for the kids, I did not despair when the last of the milk was gone. I stabbed a hole into the top of the villainous box, and emptied it into my perfect pitcher. It poured beautifully onto the kids' oatmeal.

(why do I feel a post is incomplete without a picture attached?)