Breastmilk

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I can smell it on me. And, no, I have not worked with breastfeeding women at the hospital. And, NO, I am not lactating.

However, last night Tim and I had a war of whipped cream. It was hilarious and we maintained purity… we just needed to mop the kitchen floor at my lovely residence afterward. I think the scent is just caked into my nostrils, because I’ve showered twice. It just has that distinctive odor of old breastmilk/ spit-up.

Anyway, that’s what’s on my mind today…

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