Today is Squirrel Appreciation Day. As a kid, I kept flying squirrels as pets. On the flip side of that, my dad shoots squirrels with a pellet rifle out his bedroom window. Here is a recipe for the Pink Squirrel cocktail Spoiler These days, I live somewhere with no squirrels. It makes keeping up the bird feeders way simpler. Wiley bastards. Happy Friday, folks. Any plans? I think I am going to start pulling out seeds and doing some gardening related prep for spring. I already got the duck coop squared away this week for potential ducklings. The girls keep following the drake around, bobbing their heads and flirting with him, but he's acting like Al Bundy right now.
Ha! I'll have you know that it's gotten fairly wintery out here now, so I've been throwing peanuts (via slingshot) into the neighbour's back yard. He hates squirrels, and his old indoor cats go ape shit when they run in their back yard, so now he has 5 of them all digging through the snow in his back yard. He chatted the other day with me, "don't know where the fuck they all came from, but Rusty (the cat) is losing his shit. Carol (the wife) is losing her mind over it." "You don't say?"
I'm currently several bourbons deep at my brother-in-law's house. Plans for this weekend include laughing at the increasingly-urgent messages I'm receiving from a coworker who dug her own grave and now I'm refusing to bail her out, after I tried to bail her out several times in the last couple weeks and she ignored me.
I miss the TiB days when chubby chicks with big tits wrote your name on their tits with a Sharpie and posted to the Boobie thread.
As I enter my mid 30’s I often find myself wondering if I am adult enough, and am behaving in a muture responsible way that reflects my age. Then I read stuff like this and am realize people far more mature than I seem to have the same thought processes and sense of fun as I do and I feel better. Best I can do is an undernourished girl with AA cups.
Continuing on the vasectomy talk.... I just had a lady come pick up our infant car seat/bases/stroller. She was very pregnant. I was making smalltalk as I helped her load it up, asked if it was her first. No, her fourth, and it was totally unexpected since her husband had a vasectomy two years ago. We have a fuckton of baby stuff, I texted her back after I had time to process what she said. Hopefully she takes it.
I mean, sure her husband might be shooting blanks... I have to say, it is amazing how when you are struggling to have a kid and you see how easy some people get pregnant. Hell, I have a friend who was told it was incredibly unlikely to damn near impossible she would ever be able to have children due some problems/growths in her ute, and she is about to pop out her third.
I started to ask if it regrew or something because I was shocked, then apologized for the personal question and said nevermind. I've read if it does regrow, it happens within months of the procedure. This woman was at least 40. Maybe her fertility was lower and it took longer to see the effects of a failed vasectomy? Fertility is a fickle thing.