About That Last Post...
yeah...I must've been drunk. Really, really drunk.
I admit I've entertained the idea of spawning a second time. I admit it doesn't send me into shrieking hysterics the way it used to.
But after reviewing our budget, it would be akin to holding a loaded pistol in the general direction of my foot and nonchalantly pulling the trigger. The bottom line, we simply can't afford another mouth to feed. Not unless we want to live really, really lean. And we don't.
Wish I'd thought of that before I let Ben use the "coitus interruptus" method. Twice.
I admit I've entertained the idea of spawning a second time. I admit it doesn't send me into shrieking hysterics the way it used to.
But after reviewing our budget, it would be akin to holding a loaded pistol in the general direction of my foot and nonchalantly pulling the trigger. The bottom line, we simply can't afford another mouth to feed. Not unless we want to live really, really lean. And we don't.
Wish I'd thought of that before I let Ben use the "coitus interruptus" method. Twice.
posted by Mitzi Green at 8:23 AM
2 Comments:
Uh oh.
Oooh...my biology professor called people who use that method parents.
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