Those who know me know I don’t believe in coincidences.
That’s why I had to laugh when today, between meetings and
looking for the next weather report on a cable system I didn’t know so well, I
scrolled past an episode of "The Office"... only to hit the one (and at the precise
right moment IN said one) when Pam (having left to have her baby) returned to her turf only to have Kevin
screaming “Waaaaaaah”...."Waaaaahhhhhh" at her breasts because (shortened, edited version) this
made them lactate…
This made me laugh, as I’m dealing in the same here back at
the farm. (No. Not my breasts. But Rosey’s. We’re weaning the pups, but one
ounce of any motherly sound –be it her entering the room, her smacking her lips,
her licking her own paws…much less, something involving her licking one of her puppies and
yes, she lactates…most often on whatever
floor is underneath her at the time…)
On the one hand…we keep a mop handy…
On the other…I honestly don’t know what I will do two –
three weeks from now when my mopping, maternal, motherly (if not
grand-motherly) skills are no longer needed…
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