When going to a work party, it is not the time to try out the latest vodka flavor – Pear in this case – only to discover that you love it. A lot.
In addition, work parties are not the place to tell your boss that you are infertile, have had miscarriages, and hate him for being pregnant.
…on the flip side, at least his response to “how did you guys get pregnant” was “we fucked”.
B a b y B o u n d 
The next time we get pregnant, that will be my response to those who asked how we did it. “we fucked”!! awesome, I love it.
heh. I guess that would be my short ‘n sweet answer. But if someone REALLY wanted to know, it would be more like:
“We fucked. And I took massive doses of drugs. And after we fucked I laid on my laft side (because I only have one ovary) and shoved cups (you know, the instead cups?) in my vajayjay to keep all the spermies in. All this only took 27 months. Piece of cake.”
*snicker*
I love that that was his answer. That would probably be what my hubby would say too.
And can I say… yummm Peach Vodka… sounds wonderful!
… apparently my brain is being taken over by this baby because I don’t even know LEFT from right. Looks like it’s LAFT now. *sigh*
Well given the circumstances a bonding moment with pear vodka may very well been just what was needed! Love the response!
Actual sex to get knocked up? How quaint…
J
HAHAHAHAH.. HILARIOUS GIRL!!! Pear vodka huh???
This pear vodka of which you speak, it calls my name, it begs me to come over and drink ALL of it!
Fucking makes babies? Damn, I’m doing it wrong.