arbitrary ruminations

chelsea got a new kitten yesterday and we have been trying to come up with a name. we have run the gamut from bob to bitch and back to beulah. so far, we are still undecided and ultimately it is chelsea's choice but someone, somehow yesterday came up with the wacked and crazy idea to name the poor thing "uterus".

now, for real, we laughed and laughed sooooo hard at the prospect of a kitten named uterus that we were rolling around in fits of hysteria. crying, moaning, holding our faces and stomachs. screaming, slapping the floor, the wall, the bed, our legs and we just ran with it. picked it up and bolted like crazy fools....

-"will you feed my uterus?"
-"oh god! someone ran over my uterus!"
-"can someone get my uterus out from under the bed?"
-"my uterus needs a bath."
-"i love to pet my uterus."
-"my uterus is purring."
-"has anyone seen my uterus?"
-"my uterus kept me up all night."
and the list goes on and on but i'll stop there.

lordy! we laughed. it's perverse and lowbrow, i know. we don't care.

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