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This Summer, Be the Griller Not the Grilled
So, a big issue throughout the infertile community is how frustrating it is that other people mind our baby-making business. I'm not sure why they don't find it an incredibly personal subject that's none of their business.
Well, ladies (and some brave gentlemen), it's almost summertime. That's grilling season, you know. And I think it's the perfect time for the grilling to be on the other foot. (Not the cleverest metaphor, but I think you know what I mean.)
So, for all those neighbors who stop you at the mailbox or Walgreens or church to ask you:
"So, are you still trying to have a baby?" "Why are you waiting so long to have kids?" "I can't believe you still haven't gotten pregnant. I was only married a month before ... "Etc., etc. ... whatever, whatever, blah blah blah. Who cares? Who cares?"
"So, are you still trying to have a baby?"
"Why are you waiting so long to have kids?"
"I can't believe you still haven't gotten pregnant. I was only married a month before ...
"Etc., etc. ... whatever, whatever, blah blah blah. Who cares? Who cares?"
Fire-up the barbecue and let the grilling begin!
"Hi Barbara! I see you came out to get your morning newspaper. Speaking of news ... What's that blue truck doing in your driveway every afternoon? Well, actually it's not every afternoon. Sometimes it's late morning. Usually it's 20 minutes after your husband leaves.
In fact, the other day I happened to be staring at my clock and noticed that it was exactly 20 minutes from the time when your husband's red Honda pulled out, and this blue manly-looking truck pulled in.
At first I thought that Don traded in his red Honda for the blue pick-up. But then there was that 20-minute thing. I never saw anybody leave to trade in a car and come back 20 minutes later with a truck. Have you?
I hope you don't mind me asking, it's probably none of my business, but is there something going on between you and the blue pick-up guy?
I mean, I'm not a suspicious person, and like I said it may not be any of my business, but at first I thought maybe you were going to give Don, you know, your husband, a surprise.
Well, I still think he's going to be surprised.
But at first, like a month ago ... oh no, wait, it was around Valentine's Day when I first saw it parked there, so it's actually been going on for a lot longer than a month.. Anyway ... I thought maybe you were building on a man cave or something as a surprise for Don.
But then I realized that when the pick-up is there, it doesn't appear to have anything in the back. I mean if Mr. Pick-Up is using any of his equipment while he's in your house, where is it? Oh, no, that didn't come out right at all.
Listen, Barbara, I don't mean to cut you short ... Oh, and we're having a barbecue next weekend. Please come over. I promise you, I'm a great griller.