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Well, it's almost time for the big day. Tomorrow morning bright and early I go under the knife. No more babies for the Hayward Family. Yikes! The concept is a bit odd to me, but what the heck, I worked for a Veterinary Hospital for quite a while, I've helped do similar procedures a million times....of course, that's why I'm a bit nervous :)
The good news is that my wife and girls are commited to pampering me for the next few days. I'm going to try to milk it for all it's worth. I know this is a photo blog, but I don't think I'll be posting pics. Sorry to disappoint :)
Think Happy Thoughts for Me!
Maybe my brother can write a poem about it. Can anyone think of a word that rhymes with Vasectomy?
1 comment:
you know, the actual surgery is no big deal. the real bummer is the exruciatingly painful sex for the rest of your life. Man you're really taking one for the team. You're the man.
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