I found a don’t miss movie clip for your enjoyment It’s the tale of two men who were brave (or foolish) enough to sign up for a labor simulation. An OB/GYN hooked these fellas up to electromonitors to stimulate contractions. You don’t have to be a sadist like me <g> to find this freaking hilarious. Especially when one of the guys whimpers, “Is that–I’m guessing that was a 7?” And someone told him, “No, that’s about a 4.” But see for yourself:
I also had a homemade movie hubby shot a couple weeks ago, which I like to call the “The Tale of Nutsy.” Unfortunately I’m technologically challenged, and can only get the movie to show up here as a picture:
Hubby was working in the yard and came in to get me because a baby squirrel was out there and wouldn’t leave him alone. It was running across his feet and following him everywhere (especially when he ‘chirped’ at it), even coming up on the porch and sitting beside him. He ended up giving it water out of a bottle cap and hand-feeding it Cheerios. The Internet says when baby squirrels get separated too early from their mother, that they will seek the help of humans.
The website also said that it’s a myth that the mother will reject the baby if humans have touched it, and that they’ll come back for it when given the chance. So we’d go in the house for a while, only to go out and find Nutsy sunning himself on the top step . It would perch on hubby’s shoe and run up his pant leg. I came up with the brilliant idea of having him take it across the street to the parking in front of the house, because there were a lot of squirrels there. Just then it perched on John’s shoe again, so my manly guy was tiptoeing across the street with this squirrel on his toe (to avoid stepping on its tail.) When hubby gently dislodged him the squirrel sat there for a while before starting to play around a large maple. When it got on the other side of the tree, I urged hubby to come back while it wasn’t looking. John got about ten yards away when the baby saw him and started *squealing*. It was bizarre. It took a while but the baby squirrel ended up back at our house on our step again, back to the water and Cheerio meal.
The last we saw of him he was under the porch step (and safe from predators). By dark he was gone. We hope Mama Squirrel finally came to his rescue.
And finally–just because this is my new favorite song, I bring you a little Pink:
I don’t think you can be a romance writer–or reader–and not listen to this song and imagine all sorts of wonderful reunited lover plots!
Which was your favorite video? Do you have anyone you’d like to see hooked up to the electromonitors in the first clip???? <evil laugh>