We have a 2-year-old goonybird in the house today!
YEAH!
WOO HOOO!
I have a two year old grandson!
You know what else we have in the house thats two years old?
His placenta.
In the kitchen freezer.
......Now come on, at least it's not out on the counter floating around in a jar. Or just, you know, laying in a drawer or something. Because that would be sick.
Meanwhile.....
...the placenta waits...
patiently...
quietly...
for its day.
THE DAY OF THE PLACENTA.
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Just out of interest, WHY? I mean, ew. No offence, but what if you mistook it for offal...
ReplyDeleteit's not weird at all though. we kept small person's (mine?) placenta until she was a year then buried it when we planted her a walnut tree.
ReplyDeletefucking hippies. i know.
You know there are countries that would pay thousands for that intact placenta. Shouldn't you have dried it and ground it up by now? I think you should post a picture of it...that's how gross I am.
ReplyDeleteMmmmmm margaritas......sounds good right about now. Have a raspberry one for me please.
Will you....
ReplyDelete1) Eat it?
2) Celebrate the death of the placenta and therefore your meeting of the gooneybird???
3) Throw the placenta a party?
4) Throw the placenta a party, but really just trick it into coming so you can eat it?
5) Weigh gooneybird and then placenta and scold placenta for not keeping up with gooneybird?
6) Have a seance to get in touch with the placenta's soul - eventually resurrecting the placenta?