Yes, that’s the headline for my column this week at Mountain Xpress.
Here’s an excerpt:
“I’m sure I provided entertainment for local diners on a few occasions during my nursing years. My left breast operated as a pretty powerful spigot, and when my babies would pull off (as they liked to do while nursing), breast milk often would spray across the table before I could staunch the leak. It was always exciting to watch my dinner companions dodge my milk squirt gun. It was a lot like when you’re a kid on a field trip to the local dairy, and the tour guide grabs one of Bessie’s udders and starts shooting milk at you. Fun!”
Go here to read the rest!
Careful, or the server will go out again, and we can’t have that.
OMW. EM. That is hilarious. The visual of you using your breasts as water gun… too funny.