An email funny that goes with that one.
If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet
syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story
below will have you laughing out LOUD!
Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.
Here's what happened:
Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was
'something's wrong' with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner
in his room. 'He's just lying there looking sick,' he told me.
'I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?'
I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed
him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying
on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.
'Honey,' I called, 'come look at the lizard!'
'Oh, my gosh!' my wife exclaimed. 'She's having babies.'
'What?' my son demanded. But their names are Bert and Ernie Mom!'
I was equally outraged. 'Hey, how can that be? I thought we said
we didn't want them to reproduce,' I said accusingly to my wife.
'Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?'
she inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically.)
'No, but you were supposed to get two boys!' I reminded her,
(in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).
'Yeah, Bert and Ernie!' my son agreed.
'Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know,'
she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!). By now the rest of
the family had gathered to she what was going on. I shrugged,
deciding to make the best of it. 'Kids, this is going to be a wondrous
experience,' I announced. 'We're about to witness the miracle of birth.
'Oh, gross!' they shrieked
'Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a
litter of tiny little lizard babies?' my wife wanted to know.
We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked
like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second
later. 'We don't appear to be making much progress,' I noted.
'It's breech,' my wife whispered, horrified.
'Do something, Dad!' my son urged.
'Okay, okay.' Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when
it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried
several more times with the same results.
'Should I call 911?' my eldest daughter wanted to know.
'Maybe they could talk us through the trauma.'
(You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)
'Let's get Ernie to the vet,' I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap.
'Breathe, Ernie, breathe,' he urged.
'I don't think lizards do Lamaze,' his mother noted to him.
(Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she
does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.).
The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the
little animal through a magnifying glass.
'What do you think, Doc, a C-section?' I suggested scientifically.
'Oh, very interesting,' he murmured. 'Mr. and Mrs. Cameron,
may I speak to you privately for a moment?'
I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside. 'Is Ernie going
to be okay?' my wife asked.
'Oh, perfectly,' the vet assured us.
'This lizard is not in labour. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen.
Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally,
as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um .
um...masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back.
He blushed, glancing at my wife.
We were silent, absorbing this.
'So, Ernie's just, just excited,' my wife offered.
'Exactly,' the vet replied, relieved that we understood. More silence.
Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then
even laugh loudly.
What's so funny?' I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the
woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless
manliness. Tears were now running down her face. 'It's just that I'm
picturing you pulling on its...its...teeny little ' She gasped for more
air to bellow in laughter once more.
'That's enough,' I warned.
We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car.
He was glad everything was going to be okay. 'I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad,' he told me.
'Oh, you have NO idea,' my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.
Two lizards: $140.
One cage: $50.
Trip to the vet: $30.
Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie: Priceless! Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class.Lizards lay eggs. DUH
T1 Terry
So ends the boobie of the day 
have to take the Gman to the specialist for his check up then to fill the car up with more stuff for the op shop and maybe pick the bus up but shall see about that..
the cool change has finally arrived so not the pussies are happy. Haven't had to have the air con yet so I reckon that new roof paint must be doing something right.