I love my Gram... but sometimes she needs to adjust the filter between her mouth and her brain.
She likes to be right. I get it.
But I am already pregnant.
Telling me about using condoms?
Not necessary.
Really.
We were being safe. It didn't break. There was no drunk stupid "Oh it's just one time..." kind of moment.
Nautre pretty much looked at us and was like ... "Hmmmmm... let's fuck their day up, shall we? You! Ovary! Kick out a gamyte! Hey, Sperm!!! Go that way!..... No you dumbfuck the other way!"
And I am preggers.
I'm going to have a long talk with my Gram eventually.... I may or may not come out with my sanity intact. I may or may not want to kill her by the end of said talk.
Valerie... pray for me?
I don't want Squish to have to visit Mommy in the hoosgow.
|
Loading...
