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I was sure I never wanted a kid. So sure I made Mrs. D sign a pre-nup stating same (poor woman).
But I find every decade of so you have an epiphany of one kind or another. When I was thirty I just decided it was time to have a child. To Mrs. D’s delight.
Bxgirl, you shouldn’t get uptight about it. It’s sort of a ‘shared experience’ thing. A bunch of mothers getting together and shutting out the non-mothers is kinda like being in a bar with a bunch of firemen. If you haven’t been thru what they have, they just don’t think you’ll understand.
Park Sloper, you describe the biz of parenting in the 50s and 60s as I experienced it too. There were a lot of us and we were not supervised very much, we went outside to “play” and they had no idea what we did, lots of stuff which was pretty dangerous, but no worries, they had no idea. Also, lots of drinking. We had huge family parties. The women had one “highball” so they could drive and all the men got truly loaded.
“Short of murder, I would do a lot of things for a million dollars. 250k would change my life.”
cobble, obviously you don’t know the old joke…
Since she has already agreed to have sex with me for a million dollars, I can now ask if you would have sex with me for ten dollars. You get all huffy and bitchy and say, what do I look like, a prostitute?
And I say yes, we’ve already determined that, now we just have to negotiate the price.
however, by not having kids, you can give your middle finger to all the greentards who do have kids because your carbon footprint is miniscule to theirs.
I was sure I never wanted a kid. So sure I made Mrs. D sign a pre-nup stating same (poor woman).
But I find every decade of so you have an epiphany of one kind or another. When I was thirty I just decided it was time to have a child. To Mrs. D’s delight.
Bxgirl, you shouldn’t get uptight about it. It’s sort of a ‘shared experience’ thing. A bunch of mothers getting together and shutting out the non-mothers is kinda like being in a bar with a bunch of firemen. If you haven’t been thru what they have, they just don’t think you’ll understand.
Biff, that’s the one! Mr. Green was the first fruit I ever encountered!!
denton, that’s awful. No one of any character pays money to have sex.
Park Sloper, you describe the biz of parenting in the 50s and 60s as I experienced it too. There were a lot of us and we were not supervised very much, we went outside to “play” and they had no idea what we did, lots of stuff which was pretty dangerous, but no worries, they had no idea. Also, lots of drinking. We had huge family parties. The women had one “highball” so they could drive and all the men got truly loaded.
“I frickin’ loved the movie Clue”
Me too!! That was the one with three different endings, right? It was great.
“Short of murder, I would do a lot of things for a million dollars. 250k would change my life.”
cobble, obviously you don’t know the old joke…
Since she has already agreed to have sex with me for a million dollars, I can now ask if you would have sex with me for ten dollars. You get all huffy and bitchy and say, what do I look like, a prostitute?
And I say yes, we’ve already determined that, now we just have to negotiate the price.
Some people here have no clue.
however, by not having kids, you can give your middle finger to all the greentards who do have kids because your carbon footprint is miniscule to theirs.
*rob*
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Not if their kids become environmentalists.
You calling my kid a brat, jb???