How babies are made

Ooo. I do want to know where babies are made. Vintage sex book? Yes please!

Fairly innocuous beginning. Talk about eggs. Good times.

We move to fertilization with an example of a flower. Lovely :)

Holy fuck! I was reading this to my child! Close your eyes, honey.

Oh dear lord. It continues. There is no end to this torture.

Ok, phew. You've redeemed yourself, somewhat, Time-Life Books.

I got into the "Express Lane" today (five items or less), basket in hand on the floor, slowly nudged forward with my foot, enjoying the scenery, happily looking forward to sharing this book with all y'all, when I saw a woman with a fake baby. It was one of those crazy reborn dolls where they're supposed to look lifelike, and then people treat them like they're real. The woman is standing beside the stroller, slowly stroking the hand of the doll, discussing the difficulty she has in finding appropriately-sized clothing, and how she came up with the doll's name. The baby was ugly. This cannot be overstated.

The only time I see people with these dolls is in thrift stores. While in line, I tried to figure out why this is, and decided that thrift stores are the hub for all crazy people (including me), and thus cannot help but attract women with fake babies, showing off said babies to the other crazy people. I began to feel more uncertain of my own identity...

All is well :)

Cool mug share :)

"All I ask is to be left alone"

These mugs are marked 1954, but that seems impossible since they're in such good condition. They probably have lead paint, and merely touching them has already given me cancer. They reminded me of a friend, as if the friend had made them in a previous life.

Other side reads, "Public opinion no longer worries me"

Why the woman is naked bewilders me, but it really makes the mugs special, almost Picasso-esque. I haven't been able to find any information about the artist, which makes me sad, because I know someone out there would love them so much. They're signed "Sandy".

I tried to get a flu shot this morning. I went to Target first, since that's my pharmacy, and they told me that no one was there who was certified. So I went across the street to CVS, where there I waited for twenty minutes to talk to someone, then was told to get in another line, where I kept waiting...and waiting...and waiting, until I left. I wanted to get the symptoms out of the way this weekend before I return to my desk job and am surrounded by more people (and thus, more germs), but it wasn't worth it. I was losing my mind. I'm pretty loyal to Target pharmacy, because every single one I go to is run the same way - streamlined. And every other pharmacy I go to is a cluster-fuck where nothing is getting done, but everyone is harried. Rant over.

All is well :)