I have a terrible memory. I actually just had to email my web designer/buddy to ask what my password for this site was. And I really can’t remember the things listed in this comic. But you know what? I morph into Rain Man when you ask how much frozen breast milk we have.
Maybe it’s because I have to work so hard to get it. Maybe because I take pride in extracting that much liquid from my body and not dying. Maybe it’s because every ounce represents an hour of freedom. Who knows? But as of now, I have roughly 20.44 ounces in there. And I ain’t sharing it!