Damn, I'm glad this day is over!
Thanks to everyone who came by and commented today!
About my pinky - That's something I inherited from my Grandpa. I can bend it so that it looks almost like a "r". My sister's is kind of crooked but not as much as mine.
Do you know what gets my goat? Mother-to-be parking spaces. I got a note on my car because I parked in one at work on Sunday. We have probably a dozen of those spots and I don't think we have that many knocked up chicks working on Sunday. If I find one of those spots at the mall or grocery store then it is my lucky day! Didn't women used to squeeze out babies while they were picking cotton or plowing the field and latch the baby onto their tit and finish their job? The only reason that I'd pass up a good parking spot is if it's labeled as a handicap space.
I spent some time today at work figuring out how I could get a pass into the Lactation Room. I've heard that nobody has ever used it but we have one anyway. I'd like to go in there and nap on my lunch break. I wonder, if I told my supervisor that I was being a wet nurse for someone if they'd let me go in there? Would I have to show bottles of breastmilk as proof of what I'd done or would they just take my word on it? I may have to investigate this a bit more...
Sweety's back is fucked up like a football bat from our little wax experience. I forgot to remind him to exfoliate thoroughly and a bunch of red angry things have cropped up on his back. It looks awful. When I see it, I want to reach up and scrub it with my newly grown fingernails til it's smooth. I know that that wouldn't be a nice thing to do so I've just been avoiding looking at his back.