Before the meeting tonight, Mr. Perineum and I surveyed the addition being built on the back of our teacher’s house, which was a lot of fun. Enlightening, too, as he answered my query about the presence of a strangely placed closet in the garage. “It’s probably their grow room,” he said playfully, “for their herb.” I’m pretty sure he was kidding. And the room turned out to be a mechanical room.
The snack tonight was sufficient, but a bit mundane: a hunk of cheese, a few crackers, some grapes, and some water. Which means that a shallow person who brought (what might be considered) better snacks last week might feel a bit smug this week. Not that I’d know anything about that.
The cringeworthiest moment for the night was found in the video segment. Which seemed to fit like a glove, since it was of a mother birthing twins, the first of whom was breech. Perfect for us, right? Well, not so much. It seems she had a little bonus. Along with two healthy baby girls, she gave birth to her own bladder! Yep, that’s right, folks, her bladder somehow prolapsed into her vaginal canal. So the steady voiceover of the video calmly noted ‘the nurse holding up her bladder’ to let baby #1 by. Yikes! The process was repeated for the second child, and then we watched all three snuggle together. Here’s to natural childbirth, I guess.
So our return home was punctuated with a stern cross-examination of the wife with regard to this outcome. She agreed that it should never happen. If it ever did happen, would that be gross negligence, or just gross?