Sorry to bombard you with testicles again
but I found our dinner conversation Thursday night amusing and I thought I would share....
Fred: So what did you do today?
Me: Got my hair cut this morning. And Finnegan got cut too. He was transformed from stud to gelding today.
F: Oh that's right, today was the day ...
Rosie: Yeah. Dad. You have GOT to do something about Mom!
James: Yeah, Dad, she took pictures of his testicles!
Me: I took pictures of the whole process, what's so wrong about that?
Rosie: But you didn't have to put them on your BLOG!
Julie: That is so gross.
Me: A girl's gotta have something to blog about.
Fred: Did you really blog about his castration?
Me: Yes. In the interest of science I blogged about his castration. Is there a problem?
Patrick: Mom. Mom. Comeon.
Bella: You took pictures of his wha...?
Daniel: His testicles, Bella, his testicles! You know, the man's parts that make a baby!
Bella: Mans can have babies?
James: That is just so wrong Mom. You didn't even ask us.
Me: Was I supposed to ask you if I could have Finn gelded or ask if I could photograph the process or ask permission to blog about it?
J: Yes. Everything you should ask. Is not right.
Daniel: What did you do with them?
Me: With what?
Daniel: The testicles. What did you do with the testicles?
Fred: What do you think you're eating? You didn't think that was chicken in that chicken-noodle casserole, did you?
Kids: Oh that is so gross.
I am going to throw up.
I can't believe I live in this family.
What is wrong with everyone?
Mans can have babies?
Is not right.
F: Waste not, want not.
I've still got my scissors.