You know, sometimes it just feels good to blow an entire Saturday doing nothing. Particularly after many weekends in a row spent with family or traveling long distances or shopping for presents. And since the GF had a friend’s baby-shower to attend, I had the entire day to myself. Sure, I could have picked up around the house, put away my TXT*, and blogged, blogged, blogged; but instead I chose to lay around watching Discovery Channel, reading, and napping. I did, however, ponder some things which I’d been meaning to ponder for a while.
For one, why are women all into showers? They have showers for babies, showers for weddings…and who knows what else they throw showers for in secret that they don’t tell us about?**. This is another reason it’s better to be a guy. If you’re a woman and a friend of yours is pregnant, you have to reserve a Saturday afternoon, go check the baby registry online, pick out some obscenely overpriced gift that will either break or become outgrown in a week, and then spend an hour oohing and aahing over all the crap that everyone else bought.
If you’re a guy, though, and a buddy knocks up somebody then all you have to do is give him a high five*** or say “Dude, that sucks”****. Either way your moral obligation is complete. Plus everybody can drink beer while you do it without worrying about ruining your child’s future.
* Tiny Xmas Tree. It’s a little over a foot high but is pre-decorated and the only “take-down” required is putting it back in the box.
** Finding cute shoes? Getting a good haircut/color? Surviving a waxing?
*** If it was intentional
**** If it wasn’t
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