My outings are always interesting. After a pumping session that frightened a church van filled with a probable youth group (I can't help it if they saw my business), I carried my milk with me to visit my good buddy Harold at PetsMart. I keep killing my fish. Unintentionally, might I add. So, Harold hooked me up with some tetras that can't *hardly* be killed by mankind.
And if I'm not mistaken, I believe Romeo and Juliet checked out behind me at Blockbuster. I couldn't help but overhear things that concerned me. Juliet was clearly delusional. "How do you feel about going to Heaven soon?" Romeo replied something about looking forward to it and then added, "Will you be drinking before it?" And not to outdo the love birds, but as I left, I experienced the highlight of the trip: a guy carrying a man purse. I don't know why, but those things always make me chuckle.
Now, not too many people can carry breast milk and a school of tetra fish in one handbag (separate locations, of course) and get away with it. I just try to remember that making milk is my only super power (I'll throw raising fish in just to be a good sport). But after the day I had, I believe I can...
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*hardly* should be changed to *certainly* and *swiftly* in my case:)
ReplyDeleteOh no! lol.
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