tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817033733788583560.post2240099611732712030..comments2023-10-31T09:47:50.089-05:00Comments on topblogmag: No Use Crying Over Spilt MilkTop Blog Maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389049087768382531noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817033733788583560.post-15343605028184347812007-05-03T09:32:00.000-05:002007-05-03T09:32:00.000-05:00Clean up, aisle four! Nothing compares to that fe...Clean up, aisle four! Nothing compares to that feeling of relief when that baby latches on!Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817033733788583560.post-78762810119668961982007-05-03T00:55:00.000-05:002007-05-03T00:55:00.000-05:00Well, I can't actually identify as my biological s...Well, I can't actually identify as my biological son had health issues at birth that prevented nursing and my younger three sons are by adoption. But man, I can imagine...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817033733788583560.post-58427657040920474782007-05-02T17:48:00.000-05:002007-05-02T17:48:00.000-05:00LOL!Great title and story. I do remember hurrying ...LOL!Great title and story. I do remember hurrying up to finish my shift at work, before my breast started leaking.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817033733788583560.post-468473837804791352007-05-02T14:43:00.000-05:002007-05-02T14:43:00.000-05:00Good one songbird. Excellent job. You had me goi...Good one songbird. Excellent job. You had me going there.Sandeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06785788498697004273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817033733788583560.post-15590561990101839752007-05-02T13:55:00.000-05:002007-05-02T13:55:00.000-05:00what was this story about again ;)what was this story about again ;)Sparky Duckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10599649584020982942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817033733788583560.post-90250263301790651032007-05-02T13:41:00.000-05:002007-05-02T13:41:00.000-05:00I can relate to this as it has happened to me when...I can relate to this as it has happened to me when I was a nursing mother back in the days. It is not uncommon to see rings of milk on the front of my blouse while waiting in line at the grocery store, bank and other public places. This was during a time when public breast feeding was unheard of.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817033733788583560.post-86969194007857257702007-05-02T02:53:00.000-05:002007-05-02T02:53:00.000-05:00Ha-ha. No use crying over spilt milk. Good one. Ye...Ha-ha. No use crying over spilt milk. Good one. Yep, takes me to my wife's breast feeding days...back when the baby had to take it one boob at a time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817033733788583560.post-75852089582494309642007-04-30T13:52:00.000-05:002007-04-30T13:52:00.000-05:00Boy, does that story bring back memories....funny,...Boy, does that story bring back memories....funny, I didn't think it was at all amusing then!ossyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13310564881989681000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817033733788583560.post-67160983547888616022007-04-30T11:32:00.000-05:002007-04-30T11:32:00.000-05:00or dogs whining, tv adverts with babies on them, p...or dogs whining, tv adverts with babies on them, pretty much anything could set off that torrent of milk and it was always over something clean and fresh on.Not From Laplandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17165208811776097332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817033733788583560.post-66364637095541406212007-04-30T08:56:00.000-05:002007-04-30T08:56:00.000-05:00I'll leave my nursing son home to grocery shop and...I'll leave my nursing son home to grocery shop and then inevitably another infant will cry and I soak my darn shirt!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com