So JP’s birthday is tomorrow, which is not what this post is about. This post about sex, late-summer early-fall sex, the kind of sex that results in children born … on Memorial Day weekend. Am I imagining this, or are half of the children that I know having birthdays coming up this weekend or week?
Is life that simple to understand? You go to the beach with your Other (you judge the significance), eat lobster, sip gin-and-tonics, and whammo! Nine months later it’s crotchfruit time.
Or is it even simpler than that? After Memorial Day, summer peak vacation pricing starts. Does everyone just schedule their schtupping so they can get a break on a time share?
I report. You decide how seriously to take it.