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.


A Thought On Marriage

I sent a text to Big J and told him I had, oh how did I phrase it exactly...

"I have a mother fucking headache from hell!"

This statement, in all it's crude and brazen glory, was followed by the traditional moaning and whining of a tired woman who'd spent her day off getting very little day off.

His response was, "Take an aspirin".

I wanted to tell him something to the effect of Ooooh thank you Helpy Helperton, [insert deep Southern drawl here] I would have never figured that one out all by my little ol' self!

In actuality I said "thanks babe" and knew that deep on his heart he really just wanted me, his crazy menstrual-cycle laden wife who currently has the stress level of a hamster on fire, to feel better.

--The Milk Maid says this is what makes her such a fantastic spouse.