Tagged as #milk.


pleasant associations

Alright now. Spring seems to be unfurling languidly across the North-East, beckoning thoughts of all things new. Bleating lambs, chirpy birds and such. Tottering toddlers with sticky-jam hands. You know what I'm saying. Babies. Speaking of which, here's a Baby Card to look at it. Sharing it on people's walls? Wouldn't do it myself but then, I'm a serious individual ...
Ecard text: Don't worry I'm happy to babysit. You can pay me in breast milk. I have a lot of pleasant associations with it.

label nazi

Back when I was poor and unnourished, I lived with a guy who used to drink my milk while I slept. As a comparative ratio, based on my assets at the time, this equated roughly to stealing my car. But I never put a note on anything in the fridge. Even to me, who once suffered, a note on milk is an instruction to steal.
Ecard text: If you MUST insist on being a Refrigerator Label Nazi, could you at least buy milk I would WANT to steal?

a birthday remembered

Ecard text: Happy Birthday, and a half finished to-do list including - remember birthday, buy milk, token gesture ecard, sharpen axe, practice looking innocent.

too old to be breast-fed

Ecard text: i'm too old to be breast-fed, ma!