Me-the main writer and the carrier of our first gayby
30 (barely) quiet, left-handed introvert, artist, former art teacher turned non-profit administrator, activist for the rights of basically everyone except straight white men, lover of camping, hiking, exploring, traveling, the smell of oil paints, painting murals, making ironic/funny political art, and of course my boo.
My Love-might write here and there if she feels so inclined or wants to refute what I say 😉 and carrier of our second gayby
Almost 30 (haha it’s your turn) fun loving, smiling, adventure seeking, passionate, former social worker turned non-profit administrator, lover of camping, hiking, rock-climbing, sitting on the front porch drinking a cold one, and of course her boo
The furry children
Wunbi and Xena, both rescue puppies. They are undecided on whether they want a human baby to join the family, but have shown promise by allowing our nephew to take their bones, pull their tails and provide puppy rides. They enjoy food, walks, sitting on the back and arms of the couch and staring out the window all day, snuggling, making the house a mess, camping and sleeping. They do not like skateboarders, roller skaters, roller bladers, most vegetables, watermelon, fireworks, thunderstorms, and cats.
Our donor. We may decide to purchase 50 vials because choosing one was expensive, extremely stressful and he was by far the most attractive one out there, not to mention smart, athletic, interesting and all those other oddly selected tidbits that the amazing world of sperm banks offer you when choosing the other DNA half of your children.