Eau Du Sour Milk
Today I put on a shirt that was completely clean. I pulled it out of the dryer when it was still warm. It was a beautiful twenty-seven seconds.
At that point, my darling bundle of joy missed the burp cloth covering 98% of my person and left a big trail of warm, sticky baby cheese down my front. This has become an almost daily occurrence, so I’m used to it. It’s not even a good enough reason for me to change my shirt any more. Eau du Sour Milk may not be my fragrance of choice this season, but it’s what I’ll be wearing.
