Feeling Like a Cow
I don't always feel like a cow being milked, but every once in a while, like when my husband is taking too long on his Home Depot run and I'm stuck sitting in the car with a crying, hungry baby and decide to climb into the backseat, whip out a boob, and come at her with it from above, so I won't have to waste time unstrapping her . . . Yeah, that's when I felt like a cow.