Scott's lying in bed with an ice pack on his goolies right now reading an airplane magazine. Yup, the "procedure" is all over and he came through it like a champ. He never whined or complained. And this whole thing was all his idea. He never even seemed nervous. Not even after having to shave said goolies with a disposable razor. Dry. I'm so proud of him. He even took me out for a pub lunch afterwards.
I should have made him do this vasectomy thing years ago. Maybe we should have one done once a month. A week off, lunch out and leaving me alone for a few hours to blog to boot? Hm. Now I'm thinking once a week.