Happy Steak and Blow Job Day!
There’s your steak*.
Now about that blowjob…
Extending our stay in England (James’ decicion) we realized we will be running out of birth control pills in about a month and a half…not enough time to get us back to the states for more.
We literally cried because of dreams we’ve been having about being pregnant, and the thought of being pregnant (ick).
Truth be told only one of us wants children (Ivy), and around here majority rules…she’s fucking outnumbered.
So, we needed to relay the info quick, one pack and then it’s condom time, and lets be serious, when you are in a relationship which is sexually healthy…who has the cash for all the condoms. Plus…condoms?
Us, to The Boyfriend, after telling him about the dreams and the crying:
“Look, if we get pregnant we can’t have an abortion (while we are Pro-Choice, it’s not a choice we would choose); we’re certainly not having a baby and then giving it up; we’re not going to give birth to a baby…that’s just…NO!”
“So, condoms or a vasectomy, your pick.”
After telling us he’s going to need to have a special day with his balls, looks like we’re on the road to complete baby freedom…sooner than we thought.
Score.
Who says you can’t have important relationship conversations (though it’s not the first discussion about it) while you read your Twitter timeline.
TMI (Too Much Information)?
Like we care.
*Photo taken outside a butcher shop this past weekend…it’s actually not a steak, obviously…just a yummy piece of dead animal flesh…and a perfect drop of blood.
