Is There A Bun In The Oven?
Dad asked me the strangest question today.
Apparently he had heard what he thought was me retching in the bathroom the other morning and thought that I might be, erm, knocked up, so to speak.
Well, let me put your mind to rest, Dad. No, you’re not gonna be a grandpa any time soon. I’m not baking an apple pie, although I might try my hand at it, literally and serve it with ice cream, not serve ice cream TO it. Aunt Flo’s still gonna make her monthly visits as scheduled, which is a comfort, annoying as they might be.
As for the sounds, it’s just me doing the stuff most people do as part of their morning bathroom routines but are too embarassed to admit it. Sometimes, I overdo it because it feels so good, thus the retching sound.
So, all’s well.
