wtf

Somebody, somewhere, subscribed me to some wedding-planning listserve that I cannot figure out how to get myself off of, and every time I get a new email about how to choose a wedding gown or how to organize the perfect centerpieces for my tables, I flush it down the spam toilet and don't think about it. Today, however, I got one that takes the cake: The Indiana Discount Bride Newsletter. Wow!
I am pleased to report that the honors are piling up; not only am I (apparently) an Indiana Discount Bride, I am also the proud winner of first prize (first prize!!) in the county public health department's Positive Images of Breastfeeding competition. They sent me a check for fifty dollars, and a picture of me with my boob hanging out will (apparently) be up in every patient exam room in a federally qualified health center near you. If the baby sleeps the whole way through the night tonight, I will be able to die a happy woman.