In which I complain about my best friend some more, ’cause that’s how I roll
BFB came over yesterday. The moment she got in the door, she thrust something at me and was like, Make me some of this. I looked down at the object in my hand. It was a packet of Nursing Tea. To promote lactation.
FUCK YOU, I thought to myself, while dutifully making her tea. It’s not like I can ever forget that she is hella fecund, but does she have to rub my nose in it? I wish I could find some I Have a Tenure Track Job and You Don’t Despite Years on the Job Market Tea, so I could flounce into her house and tell her to make me some.