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February 22, 2008



I would have to say "Dig" as in "I'm about to go dig myself out of this fucking snow," but Duct works fine for me. Hang in there, sweetie.


OH GOD--I hated that!! It seemed liked that was the only time I got kicked in the boob by little (strong) legs--when I had a plugged duct. And when it finally moved on, I would gush milk all over the place. I never thought I would be relieved to be covered in milk. Good luck!!


I thought maybe for duct tape as in "Baby, if you don't stop crying I will duct tape you to the radiator while I take myself to the pub."

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