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The other night, when I was up at three AM nursing the gaping maw that is The Boy, I started to think about blogging.

I know.

I was like "I should blog."

Then I was like "I bet I could sound rad with an Auto Tuner"

Then I was like "Where did the baby go?"

Then I was like "This nipple shield is a pain."

Then I was like "I don't like the word 'bf' (which is the Twitter hashtag for breast feeding.) It sounds lame."

Then I was like "Bffff Bbbbfffff"

Then I was like "Why don't I do a quick post where I ask people to tell me what words they dislike?"

Then I was like "They will all say 'moist.' And that is so 2009. Everybody hates 'moist.'"

Then I remembered this:





Then I woke up all covered in milk. It was moist.