Let down isn't a problem for me when pumping. Pain, pain is a problem. I hate pumping.
Right now, the only way I can get decent letdown with the pump is to nurse on the other side. It's annoying.
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Let down isn't a problem for me when pumping. Pain, pain is a problem. I hate pumping.
Right now, the only way I can get decent letdown with the pump is to nurse on the other side. It's annoying.
The worst thing about dinner in a crockpot -- it starts smelling so good....
and I have to wait ....
Never crock when you're at home! It's slow torture.
now she tells me ....
Sail, I posted some quotes in Bureacracy.
Oooh! I'll go look. Maybe I'll get inspired, as of now, I have no spiration of any kind.
I saw an adorable (is there any other kind?) beagle when I walked home from the bus stop. It was tiny, tri-colored and wearing a red sweater.
Somehow dogs in clothes are as funny as monkey on ice.
I've been seriously thinking about getting Bartleby an Elvis costume for Halloween.
OK, I'm now leaving the office. I would have left on-time if I didn't feel the compulsion to clean the office because my boss is doing his Pointy-Haired Micromanagerial Hypercritical thing again.
He does this about once a year -- he feels compelled to take control of every situation by offering critiques that are akin to duck nibbles. And once he locks on, the ducks will nibble and nibble until you're dead, insane, or both.
So, by cleaning the office and clearing 2-3 major things off my plate, I hope to avert the attention of his pointy-haired nature.
But, honestly, I'm tired of this bullshit, and I need a daughter to bounce in the front window when she realizes that I'm coming up the front walk.