Spaghetti with Marinara
The week before I had my tummy tuck and hernia surgery, Jacob had a little procedure of his own. I didn't want any spermies to ruin the flat tummy I was about to spent 6k on, so Jacob got snipped. I went with him and watched the whole thing. As a wife, if you ever have the opportunity to see your husband, naked from the waist down, laying in a dr's office with his feet up in stirrups, I highly recommend it. During the procedure the Dr. pulled out a little white tube from Jacob's sack. (did I just say that?) The Dr was giving me a play-by-play, and explained that after he cut this this little piece of spaghetti, the procedure would be complete. The Dr. turned to get some tools from his table and left Jacob with a long piece of spaghetti poking straight up from his scrotum. Covered with marinara sauce. I'm not sure I'll ever look at a plate of spaghetti the same again.
2 comments:
LOL! Jacob is lucky to have such a supportive wife who will make light of these SERIOUS, SERIOUS situations. I would LOVE to see my husband (if I ever find one of those) spread eagle in a pair of stirrups, but don't think I could stomach the spaghetti and marinara sauce. Eek!
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
And yay on the tummy tuck!
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