After losing my wife, Emily, to cancer, I thought my dreams of family and happiness were over. Then, on the day of her funeral, I found a mysterious baby carriage on my doorstep with a letter from her inside. She had made arrangements for a surrogate to carry our child if I chose to pursue it.
Emily was the type to remember your coffee order after one meeting and bring soup when you were sick. She’d planned every detail of our lives, from our yard in the suburbs to the family we never got to start. Even in her final days, she prepared for the future, ensuring I’d be okay after she was gone.
In the letter, she’d made arrangements for a surrogate named Natasha and left detailed instructions on the next steps, but still gave me the choice. After months of grieving and talking with her sister Kate, I decided to move forward. This past spring, our daughter, Lily, was born. Now, sitting in her nursery, I see Emily’s spirit reflected in Lily’s tiny features. Emily knew me better than anyone, even planning for a future without her. Through Lily, she’ll always be with us.
Funny story : A man on a fLight to Chicago suddenly found himself having an urgent need to use the bathroom
A man on a fIight to Chicago suddenly found himself having an urgent need to use the bathroom. He headed over to the men’s room, nervously tapping his foot on the floor of the aircraft. Each time he tried the door, it was occupied.
A stewardess noticed his predicament and told him, I’ll let you use the ladies’ room, but on one condition – don’t touch the buttons on the wall! The man breathed a sigh of reIief while sitting on the toilet, and his attention drifted to the buttons on the wall. The buttons were marked “WW, WA, PP and ATR”.
Making the mistake that so many men make in disregarding the importance of what a woman says, the man let his curiosity get the best of him and decided to try the buttons anyway.
He carefully pressed the first button marked “WW” and immediately warm water sprayed all over his entire bottom. He thought, Wow, this is strangeIy pleasant, women really have it made!
Still curious, he pressed the button marked “WA” and a gentle breeze of warm air quickly dried his hind quarters.
This is amazing!” he thought, Men’s rooms having nothing like this! He then pressed the button marked “PP”, which yielded a large powder puff that delicately appIied a soft talc to his rear.
Well, naturally he couldn’t resist the last button marked “ATR”, and then everything went black. When he woke up in the hospital he panicked and buzzed for the nurse. When she appeared, he cried out, “What happened to me?! The last thing I remember, I was in the Iadies’ room on a plane!
The nurse replied, Yes, I’m sure you were having a great time until you pressed the ‘ATR’ button, which stands for ‘Automatic Tampon Remover.’
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