Anyone else impressed how we've seen to it that MM will never go to a tittie bar again?
t bows low before Empress to accept that whole sword-shoulder-tap-thing
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Anyone else impressed how we've seen to it that MM will never go to a tittie bar again?
t bows low before Empress to accept that whole sword-shoulder-tap-thing
Well, as a parent, I've redefined gross.
Does it now mean "sexy"?
Just try to pretend the word "membrane" isn't there, and you'll be fine.
See, that? Is sound advice.
Happy place.
I was just being funny, Plei. But a lot of things are better than they sound.
See... I didn't have to undergo it, but it sounds SO UNCOMFORTABLE OMG once you know what it was and if you know what an internal feels like at that stage.
ZOMG.
::shudder::
if you know what an internal feels like at that stage
Oh, OUCH.
Gah. I'm shuddering in sympathy. You know, I would have preferred an IUD to having my tubes tied, I think. I wish my doctor had seen fit to suggest it.
P-C, insent.
ZOMG, I'm not usually twitchy about the whole pregnancy/girlie bits things, but this entire discussion has me jumpy. Thankfully Christian Kane is singing to me (YES, JUST TO ME), so I can calm down a bit.
It's not as gross as it sounds, I think. Just cause nothing is as gross as that sounds.
Personally, I am so squick-avoidant that even though I may possibly experience it in a few short months, I still have no idea what it means because whenever I come across the phrase in a baby book I instantly skip to the next chapter. Sometimes two chapters on, just to be safe. Sometimes I have to go all the way back to the beginning and soothe myself with Chapter One, all about Madame Egg's magical journey to meet Messrs. Sperm, in order to completely soothe my jangled weeping brain.
Also, thanks for all the "birthday" "wishes!" This is the best fake birthday for someone else's scheduling convenience EVAR!
P-C, insent.
Backflung.
Thankfully Christian Kane is singing to me (YES, JUST TO ME), so I can calm down a bit.
He's in your office with a microphone and guitar? Cool!
This is the best fake birthday for someone else's scheduling convenience EVAR!
Beating out the Great Fake Birthday for Someone Else's Scheduling Convenience of '72.
Thankfully Christian Kane is singing to me (YES, JUST TO ME), so I can calm down a bit.
He's in your office with a microphone and guitar? Cool!
If he was, do you think I'd be bothering to post with y'all? Hell, do you think I'd leave him alone long enough to let him to sing?