With an abrupt change of subject, this seems to be the place to share the story about vampire squirrels.
for realz
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With an abrupt change of subject, this seems to be the place to share the story about vampire squirrels.
for realz
Thanks, everyone. I have spent most of my day on the phone with our health insurance company trying to figure out the changes that are going into effect in July (one month before ltc's due date). Long story short, it's going to cost us a lot more than we were expecting.
Oh, that sucks.
Will Clovis view the vampire squirrels as rivals, minions, or rivals that then become minions?
Will Clovis view the vampire squirrels as rivals, minions, or rivals that then become minions?
I just asked him, and he said they're minions. Mind you, Clovis usually assumes everyone and everything are minions.
My mother always hated how her pregnancy stories were super-traumatic and brought down any shower she swapped one at(She was actually in more trouble w/ my brother than with me--that's some irony, huh?(Actually, Mom hates showers--she might have enjoyed it a skosh.) So far, no "pushback" about the Baltimore postings. Good. I'm wearing a new shirt and wouldn't want to cut a bitch today.
Ran into this a while ago, from The Bloggess:
Nothing Rhymes With “Episiotomy”
Janie and I went to Marcia’s shower
expecting some pre-baby fun.
We arrived at her house at the agreed upon hour
and immediately wanted to run.
Marcia’s round belly was surrounded by girls who
regaled her with tales of their labor,
while Marcia grew paler and tried to grab onto
her wits, a life raft, or a saber.
“I pooped on the table,” said plump, old Aunt Pat,
(She made it sound like a boast).
Said Tiffany-Sue: “Oh, everyone does that.”
Marcia turned white as a ghost.
“For shame, now girls,” said reserved cousin Flo,
“Who cares ’bout your old lady bits?
Babies do much more damage as they grow.
Good heavens, just look at my tits!”
Within a half-hour I needed a shower
and Marcia and Janie looked faint.
“Why, that’s nothing” said gran, who fluttered her fan,
“You should see what they did to my taint!”
Of blood and of bile they prattled on blindly,
(By now Marcia was starting to heave.)
They showed c-section scars (a little unkindly).
It was clear that we needed to leave.
The talk of the girls
caused great twisting of pearls
and left us all thinking of options.
Janie’s decided to stay on the pill,
And I’m looking into adoption
by Jenny Lawson
edited for formatting
Nothing Rhymes With “Episiotomy”
"scared the crap outta me" does rather well.
yeah ... and they say menopause is a BAD thing ....
and they say menopause is a BAD thing
It's done OK by me so far, except for the occasional hot flash at night.