I've got Frankenipple and it's all your fault. Here's how it happened...
I'm blogging and nursing my little princess at the same time. I pop over to one of my favorite blogs just as the baby starts to nod off. WHAM! Music blares through the computer. It's suppose to be a little sweet, a little fun. Normally it would add a cool vibe to a rather fab blog. However, the baby startles and chomps down. We both scream.
And now here's the dilemma. Who gets the bill for reattaching my severed nipple? Did I mention it is my anniversary today? Isn't that worth a little extra pain and suffering? For all my music loving bloggers I still adore you. I won't hold my frankenipple against all of you. I am partially to blame for offering myself up as a human pacifier and nursing a piranha disguised as a human toddler. I've learned my lesson. I will be blogging from now on with the sound off.
If I was smart I would keep this little story to myself. Too late! I've already owned up to the breastache and the hair removal fiasco. I stopped pretending to be sane a long time ago! Do you have an embarrassing moment? Please share. I'd love to hear that I am not the only walking train wreck in blogland.
And don't worry about me. It isn't anything that can't be fixed with a dab of Neosporin, a butterfly closure and a shot of tequila.