this is nuts.

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June 6, 2012 by Heather

Hello, remember me?

I am enjoying a rare moment of non-breastfeeding silence and just had to share something my dear husband called to tell me about earlier.  He knows how I appreciate the finer things in life.

Read this news story.

She squeezed his scrotum so hard that his testicles popped out.

She squeezed his scrotum so hard that his testicles popped out.

My balls are hurting and I don’t even have balls.

Then, in yet another classy move, she peed in the back of the policeman’s car.

Goodness.

If that doesn’t brighten your day, I don’t know what will.

I promise as soon as I have this whole new mom thing figured out that blogging will resume to its normal schedule.  So, basically, I may never blog again.  Ha.  Just kidding.  Here’s the thing – all I eat, sleep, and breathe right now is Parker.  Maybe I should take “eat” out of that sentence.  So if I were to somehow find the time to do a full blog post each day, it would inevitably be all about mom stuff.  And even as a mom, I don’t want to read all about mom stuff.  Just sayin’.

I’ll figure it out.  In the meantime, I’ll just be grateful my nut sack is still intact.

 

 

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3 thoughts on “this is nuts.

  1. Geri says:

    Its like the saying, “People say to “grow some balls” to be tough. I say grow a vagina, now that thing can take a beating! As you now well know….

  2. Jill Pucik says:

    Apparently, that happens enough for their to be a charge called “malicious castration”. Oh my.

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