Monday, February 18, 2008


Once upon a time, O'ing was something I hoped for in the sack. NOW, O'ing is the only reason I'll go anywhere NEAR the sack! Oh, how I wish the old O was all I hoped to achieve!

Come on, l'il ovaries. Do your thing!

1 comment:

tbonegrl said...

remember those days when they told us any kind of unprotected sex would lead to us getting pregnant...HA! Jpke's on us, right?

By the end of it all I got so tired of saying "but tonight I'm Oing..."

We've decided to tell our kids they were concieved at a Bob Evans as that's where we waited for "the sample" to be spun. LOL!

Thanks for finding my blog.