Have you ever stopped to think how vulnerable you are to a stealth ninja attack while you’re flossing?
Dear person who sits next to me on the plane tomorrow,
It was my husband’s idea to get Mexican food for dinner tonight, not mine.
I was having some trouble downloading a file tonight, and Mike came in and saved the day. When he’d fixed it, he started doing his little, “I’m so cool” strut and waggling his hips in a little hotshot dance.
I felt it was my duty to inform him then that his fly was down before everything went too much to his head.
Last week I was telling Mike how, even though I’m not a big dog lover, I got sucked into petting a baby corgi. The thing was just so darn cute!
That’s when he warned me, “Puppies make people make bad decisions.”
Rather cynical, but true.
Mike came across an interesting article from the BBC yesterday that says “Researchers at Emory University, US, said those with smaller testicles were more likely to be involved with nappy changing, feeding and bath time.”
The article continues, “Those at the smaller end of the spectrum were also more likely, according to interviews with the man and the mother, to be more active in parenting duties.”
It makes me curious how difficult it was for the reporter not to write, “Those on the smaller end of the scrotum …”