Snip snip


The Love of my life will go make sure that we make no more life on December 3rd.  This image of scissors was the scariest I found and might come close to adequately explaining how he feels about this impending procedure.


I am glad that we can do away with pills, creams, shots, rubber and pulling out…

But mostly I’m sad.

It’s. just. so…final.


4 thoughts on “Snip snip

  1. I’d be sad, too.

    Of course, I’ve been begging mine to get it for a few years now. I warned him that if he doesn’t, we still might have another. I think part of him secretly wants another one, even if it does mean I bleed nearly to death.

    But mostly I am sad. I want more. Can’t do it. It’s stinks. It is so final.

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