My husband might divorce me.
Because I wrote about his man-biscuits.
Yup, I wrote about my husband’s balls.
And you can read all about them too — at Aiming Low.
Because obviously, I aimed below the belt.
Click HERE to read “How My Husband’s Vasectomy Almost Killed Me.”
Note: This is my first post at Aiming Low and I really want to impress, so I’d love it if you would leave a comment over there.
But please come back and offer me a creative PG-rated suggestion regarding what I might do make things up to the Spouse.
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renée a. schuls-jacobson 
I think you covered the “making it up to him part” with your thoughts on non-baby-making sex…
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Thank you for coming back – and for your support at Aiming Low. Clearly not my usual tone of voice. 😉
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I agree with Lisha; your second-last paragraph covers all the “making up” that is necessary!
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Hi Christian! Sheesh! I miss you so much! Thanks for visiting me at Aiming Low.
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The answer was one given from experience. That was the thanks my very own Mr. Wonderful got. 😉
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Poor balls. I’m headed over to the guest post to express some condolences.
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I told him I was going to write about his balls. Maybe he thought I meant his golf balls…
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I wouldn’t touch this with an eight-inch pole.
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What about a golf club? Because I think when I asked if I could write about his balls, he thought I was talking about his golf balls. 😉
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This was classic. Loved every word, Renee. My husband had the Big Snip done too right after our second baby was born. Every time he started to whine I’d throw a bag of frozen peas at him, put my hand up and say, “wait a second…I have had five surgeries, three of them major, one was eight inches across and required staples. And you think a vasectomy is bad?!”
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Exactly. I won’t even discuss my gynecological histoy here, but let’s just say nothing I’ve ever had could have been cured with a bag of peas. Probably.
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The things really are in the way and a discomfort when engaged in certain activities like bronco busting at the rodeo. It would be great to do everything you can do with them without them.
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That’s how I feel about my boobs. 😉
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Poor guy(s) :-). I left a comment over at Aiming Low and mentioned my OMB’s post. Carl’s comment made me laugh… really puts it in perspective!
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Carl always put things in perspective for me. 😉
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Reporting in after checking it out – fun site and great post, Renee. Maybe when you said you were going to write about his balls, he thought it was going to be more of a tribute?
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Perhaps… but perhaps that might come later. IYKWIM.
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That post was awesome! Hopefully your hub won’t take two weeks to recover from it 😉 If it seems like that might be the case, well… would he care for a slap bracelet?
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Then he’d have to send you a picture of his..er…um..himself wearing the slap bracelet, right?
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*gasp* I should have thought twice before leaving that comment. *blush*
BTW, Peg, I saw you’re now watching American Gypsies! I’m so proud! I’ll send you some bleach for your teeth.
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Also BTW, Peg, that blogger you wrote about today! AMAZING! OMG! I was trapped in a basement with very spotty WiFi, but I caught that post. Fantastic. Thank you for sharing that “Bloggy Shout Out.” How did you ever find that crafty critter? I loved her cut out of Myndi Schaffer! LOL!
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Oh go you! So glad you’re at Aiming Low – on my way!
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That’s what I had to tell you! I FINALLY did what you told me to do! So thank you for making me realize it’s good to write at other sites for the ole resume. And that post was fun. You know like getting a vasectomy. 😉
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