Wednesday, January 9, 2013

what passes for romance: cycle 2, day 13

6:45 am, Monday morning: 
Reprising his role as doctor-husband, and in most un-sexy fashion, C grabs hold of Sarah's belly fat[1]. (There is really no delicate way to say that.)

6:46 am, Monday morning:
Without even so much as a warning, C jams a giant syringe full of Chinese hamster ovary right into it[2]. Sarah, determined to cry dramatically and on cue (so that C will walk the dog take pity on her), realizes it doesn't actually hurt that much and can't quite muster the focus necessary for such theatrics.

6:47 am, Monday morning:
Wait, we're supposed to have sex now?

[1] Third person is kind of weird fun, no?
[2] I swear I tried to learn how to do it myself, but this French manicure was just too hideously distracting.

1 comment:

  1. Have I told you how much I love your footnotes yet? Well, I do.

    Third person is very cool, and also quite funny.

    I think I am due to have Nun pee injected in me before long, I can't work out if that is better or worse than hamster ovary.