Cathy sends text message: "Fighting nausea"
Doug sprints upstairs: "Are you pregnant?!"
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Cathy sends text message: "Fighting nausea"
Doug sprints upstairs: "Are you pregnant?!"
heh
No worries there. I am pretty sure for pregnancy to happen that we would actually have to have sex first. But asking it sure made a funny look on her face…something half way between “that was funny” and “if I could stand up right I’d beat you to a pulp.”
Yeah, that was one of our last inside jokes, while BJ was in the ICU (and still awake) we’d tell each other “At least you’re/I’m not pregnant!”
Uh, that should have been funny. Not, y’know, depressing.