Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Fantasy vs. Reality
So I got up this morning and went and grabbed the LAST BOTTLE. I was feeling all sappy and maudlin over it. Picturing holding her in my arms while she contentedly drank the whole thing. She quickly disabused me of that fantasy. The nipple kept clogging. Every time that happened she'd start hollering and crying immediately. Real tears! I kept shaking the bottle but it kept clogging. Daddy even got up to see what the fuss was about. Sheesh! Good riddance to bad rubbish. I won't miss washing the bastards either!