Laughter Is The Breast Medicine
(I have just come home from the hospital with my twin infants, and I’m struggling to make breast milk. I manage to pump a few ounces and I’m pretty happy. I set the container on the counter and at that moment one of the twins starts crying. I turn around to get him and knock over the milk. I start crying and my husband comes in.)
Husband: “Don’t cry over spilled milk!”
(This is met with uncontrollable laughter.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
