Tucker got “fixed” yesterday.
His vasectomy is now complete and he’s wearing “scrotal support”. Gotta love that.
Of course all of the animals and kids want to sit in Tucker’s lap which isn’t the most comfortable of things for him right now.
Here’s a conversation that we had last night when Oscar, the cat, jumped up in Tucker’s lap.
Tucker: [Said through gritted teeth] I’m going to break that cat’s fucking legs so that he can’t jump up in my lap again.
Me: That would be expensive.
Tucker: I have popsicle sticks and duct tape!
Me: We don’t have any popsicle sticks.
Tucker: Well…we have toothpicks!
Me: And then he’d jump up on your lap just to punji stick your crotch.
Tucker: Good point.
Tucker then moved to the bed and took care of his son.