Q: what is worse than running late for your chiropractic appointment and hitting every. single. red light. on the way there? (i seriously could've gotten there faster on a five-speed.)
A: realizing as you're walking out the door that you've lactated through three layers of clothing, onto your solid-grey shirt, which also happens to be the only clean shirt in the general vicinity.
Q: how do you deal with that?
A: throw on a sweater, stuff an infant washcloth down your shirt, and call it good.
1 comment :
hahaha in the nicest way. :) glad you fixed the leak.
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