My Life Is Complete

I may never blog again.

Not really.

But until I have complete thoughts, I'll let you in on a little conversation I had last night at 4am.

Me:

Getting back to bed after another baby feeding - astounded at how much milk I'd LEAKED ALL OVER THE PLACE in the short window of sleep I'd gotten. So, I said to a sleeping Brent, not even sure I was being heard - mostly just thinking out loud - "Man! I'm going to have to wash all of our bedding tomorrow!"

Brent:

in a sleep-drunk stupor - "Why?"

Me:

"Because I've leaked a gallon of milk all over my side of the bed! And it smells faintly of popcorn jelly bellies!"

Brent:

"Too bad it doesn't smell like popcorn shrimp."