On the day my littlest cheese nip was born my obstetrician delivered a total of ten babies at St. Joseph's Hospital in Milwaukee. When he told me how many deliveries he had that day I blurted out 'did everyone get drunk at the State Fair?
Not missing a beat, my doctor said 'Yes. That's why I go the the Fair and hand out my card to all the drunk couples.'
Happy Day Five of the Wisconsin State Fair, littlest one. If you were a boy we were going to name you 'Dayvis Fivel' in honor of the day you began the long journey of cell division.
7 comments:
Now THAT is funny.
TMI? Depends on the audience. Does your mother-in-law read your blog?
Happy conception day! The only thing I ever got at the State Fair was nauseated from eating a giant cream puff.
Happy Did It Day!
Please tell me it wasn't in the cattle barn.
4H much? Yes. The answer is yes.
The only thing I got from a state fair was crabs.
Ah the joys of city life. It has made contraception just that much easier.
Whoa... Catholic and contraception?
OOOPSIE! Don't tell on me. Plus at 49, its not as much of an issue anymore.
That whole 4H and State Fair thing was so attractive to me in my youth. You kids- as usual, I might add, make me jealous!!
Ah, summer!
State Fairs!
That's all I got.
How funny ...
BAC
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