My boobs were my tools of the trade for almost 20 months.

Once my youngest daughter weaned herself from the Magical Boob Juice, the fun really began!

(And by fun we all know I mean chaos!)

Pull up a chair, sit a while, read a few pages.

Keep and open mind and a joyful heart and you too can get pumped into the world of The Milk Maid.


6/20/08

FRYday Mish-Mash

Summer is in full swing here in the ATL! Kids are in the pool or splashing through sprinklers, gardens are growing, and parents who forgot their daily dash of d.o. are freaking out their kids with well timed headlocks. That's the rumor at least.

Jef and I are still enjoying the marital blissathon that is his temporary unemployment! However, an old pal of Jef's owns a motorcycle shop nearby and is down a few men. One well timed phone call later, Jef has an interview and a solid chance at getting the position. Everyone cross your fingers and hold your breath. Well, just hold it for like 10 seconds or so-- I may be CPR certified, but chances are I'm not that close in location to you. And I like you. So don't pass out and die on me, mmm k?

--The Milk Maid says blow my mind, not my cover!

3 comments:

Aunt Becky said...

Fingies crossed. So are my legs.

B said...

admit it, you are ready for him to go back to work already! : )

babybound said...

phheewww. man i'm glad you told me to breath again. i'm a sucker for instructions.