I definitely don’t want more kids – but my visions of scalpels are so much worse
I had two new year’s resolutions in 2018; to get a vasectomy and to pass my driving test. When December rolled around, I held my driving licence in my hand with satisfaction. True, I hadn’t achieved both my resolutions, but partial completion isn’t to be sniffed at, right?
In 2019, I also had two resolutions – to get a vasectomy and to rejoin a gym. Again, December came and, again, I only managed one of them. I’m in infinitesimally better physical condition than I was a year ago, so that’s the same as getting a vasectomy. Isn’t it?
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