I ordered some jewelry to be made out of my breast milk---awesome, right!? I decided to use milk that I pumped after a particularly rough night with the babe, AND a STEMI page at 3:45am, just to remind myself how I am very much a badass. Then I come home and forget to email the lady that I mailed it and I try to remember where the receipt was that had the tracking number on it and find it has literally vanished from my memory. Then I ordered a bunch of shit I don’t need on Amazon Prime. Badass, indeed.











