After the uber-preggers phlebotomist emptied my husband’s arm of blood…
Me: Do you know your blood type?
Smotch: Errr…
Me: I think mine is A…? Or something.
Smotch: Not sure. Maybe we could ask the lobotomist.
After the uber-preggers phlebotomist emptied my husband’s arm of blood…
Me: Do you know your blood type?
Smotch: Errr…
Me: I think mine is A…? Or something.
Smotch: Not sure. Maybe we could ask the lobotomist.
Yea I don’t know either…ask a vampire, I am sure they can taste the difference….
I just thought it was funny that he mixed up the words ‘phlebotomist’ and ‘lobotomist’. The former being relatively Vampire-ish; the latter… 😉
the latter….well, not sexy!
sorry – forgot to say, have just devoured the three seasons of Vampire Diaries, Damon, Stefan, Elena etc….
Bwa ha ha ha! I delight in your stories about Smotch.
😀
Eclectic convulsive shock therapy — an orgasmic group grope of recently seduced prudes. My blood type is A-pos and my wife is O. And she was in the hospital last weekend. She was real low on red blood cells due to ulcers. She’s on the mend, but it can be amusing to listen to drugged up people.
I hope she’s feeling better, Wild.
My husband got poked in the rear end by two pretty nurses this time around.
We still don’t know our blood types, but I’m not willing to get a lobotomy to find out. 😉