Let’s just get down and dirty…

I posted here about the topic for next week’s vlog being your entertaining labor and delivery stories. Although the emails have been flooding in (and by flooding in, I mean, um. One. No, wait, that was me emailing myself. So, none) I’m wondering if we should just start this whole vlog thing off with a bang and talk about the ever-so-embarrassingly hilarious sexual stuff.

Get it? Start off with a bang?

Oh. Just me? Psh.

After yesterday’s blog, I have received a mighty funny story that includes a car, two people, and a… camera. I’d love to share it with you on the vlog. Funny enough, it’s actually a conception story.

It’ll be tricky to do in a vlog because:

I blush when I talk about sex-related stuff, and
I want to keep this as PG as possible, in case your kiddos are around to hear it,

but that might make it even more entertaining.

“So, they went bouncy bounce and then there was some swimming and wouldn’t you know? Those swimmers crashed into this floating ball-shaped thing. After that, the ball-shaped thing and the swimmers decided they liked each other so much, they’d hang out for nine months.”

And, worse case, I’ll just make it a blog post. Still, so funny.

O-to-the-kay.

I re-challenge you. Send me a story, I won’t say your name or location, of anything sex, conception, baby, or pregnancy related. Get caught making out in the back seat of a car? Did you walk in on your parents doing the horizontal hop? Did your kids walk in on you gettin’ jiggy wit it? Do share.

Part of me so doesn’t want to do this, because it means I’ll be talking about s-e-x out for the whole world and my grandparents to see. But hey, we all do it (except my grandparents. Ew), so why be embarrassed talking about it?

I’ll work in something of my own of course, too.

Get on it. Please? Help me make a funny story-filled vlog that we can all snort-laugh at. It doesn’t have to be long, actually, the more succinct the better.

And, as a disclaimer, I’m not looking for completely inappropriate stories. I don’t need intimate details of every little thing that happens. More of what I’m thinking is, “We were having… quiet time… and Timmy busted in the room. He looked at us and said, ‘Daddy, what are you doing to Mommy? Dat’s not vewwy nice!’ to which my husband responded, ‘Nothing, Timmy. Mommy just needed help getting dressed.’”

See what I mean? Funny, but still appropriate.