Baby Shower Pinnuendo
Following closely to the theme of my last post, I present Baby Shower Pinnuendo – a post that has me questioning why I can’t get my mind out of the gutter as of late (I think it could possibly have something to do with me recently following Kyle Mew’s blog).
Maybe you will remember a while back when I explained the oddities of planning two very different events at the same time. One of those events was Booger’s baby shower. Nearly half of my life savings and one very confusing stint in the baby isle later, the baby shower preparation is over. This coming Saturday, all of my efforts will hopefully come together to make one baby-rific party, despite me still really having no clue what I am doing.
As I finished putting together game supplies this weekend, I desperately accidentally began drinking a margarita. It may have contained an extra shot. What you will read next, is the result of mixing these two activities.
This is the image that I printed and taped to the side of a jar filled with diapers. The jar was for a game that invites guests to guess the number of diapers in the jar. The guest with the correct (or closest) number wins a prize. Now, maybe it was the tequila or my giddy Saturday afternoon mood, but this pin looked much more like a peen. Hence its careful selection. I had placed the adorned jar of diapers in my room as to prevent the ferocious Jack from somehow shattering it and turning exactly 54 diapers into crappy confetti. So, I was forced to faced this decoration of phallic proportions all day.
Eventually, I began to think about changing the picture. I wondered if anyone else might automatically see a shlong in place of where a safety-pin should be. It wouldn’t take but five minutes to change the picture. I should have just printed out a nice pink pacifier or something, but at this point, every time I looked at the thing I was producing evil mental laughter. I had created an inside joke with myself that I could relish in every time I felt nauseated by the talk of breast milk. I had justified keeping the mushroom headed diaper pin Clipart by telling myself that it would make the party more interesting for single, childless me. Or, it might just make me childish. Either way, the baby shower pinnuendo stays.
To Boog if you so happen to read this: This is the apology. I did it for the humor. In all honesty, I can’t wait to celebrate your first baby girl and my first god child, and to spoil you both with gifts.
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Posted on September 10, 2012, in Humor, Silly and tagged 25tofly, Baby, baby clipart, baby diaper pin, baby shower, baby shower games, baby shower party, baby shower planning, babyshower, becca cod, Children, clipart, Diaper, diaper games, games, Home, party ideas, pink diaper pin, pinnuendo, sexual innuendo. Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.
If it makes you feel better, I saw it. First time. Saw the picture and started laughing. You’ll make the party better for all the childless people ^.^
It does make me feel better! Unfortunately, I believe I was the only spawn-less person at the party. Still worth it.
You rule, Becca!
i didn’t notice the “resemblance” until you pointed it out. you’re a sick woman. and i greatly regret that we haven’t yet met in person.
Well, if we shall one day meet in reality, I will be sure to tame my sick mind. Or not.
i request not.
As you wish!
I love it!!!! So funny!! I think more women will be laughing at it too!
Thanks! What a relief… for a minute there I thought maybe I’d gone too far and would be outcasted by the blogging community ;).
I didn’t see a penis until you pointed it out. Now I kind of wished I could use mine to pin stuff with…I would be sexy and practical.
You would walk around with stuff attached to your crotch… it may draw unwanted attention. But, maybe that’s what you want.
They would call me pin dick.