This is the kind of thing a lot of people post on facebook, but I've determined I'm too shy for facebook. But my blog is primarily for me, and the few people who read it have already accepted me for all my oddities.
So here it is - not really worth that introduction.
Every time I suit up to pump here at work - that means door locked, pumps applied, boobies hanging out freely - I have to pee. OR I need a spoon (because this is when I eat lunch). But alas, I am literally connected to the wall and unfit to leave the room. You'd think I would learn and plan ahead, but I don't, so I suffer every time.
There are certainly bigger things to worry about in this world today, but I'll stop to take joy in the little things - even if they cause me grief.
