It's a Joke

Ok so this is a shitty little monologue that was a second part to the bumper sticker exercise, be warned it's kinda stupid but I thought I'd put it up because, hey, why not.

I know the bumper sticker must look weird on our car. I mean there isn’t a penis between the two of us and clearly we’re not hunters.  We weren’t always this happy.  We’ve worked really hard for this family Sam and I.  We met in college, back in 1996.  My family was more accepting than Sam’s, the refused to help pay her loans, she was working three jobs at one point just to pay for loans and rent.  We drove all the way to Massachusetts to get married.  Only my immediate family was there.  No one from Sam’s family came.  She said it didn’t bother her but it bothered me.  Why couldn’t they just be happy for her? For us?  Instead of gaining a daughter-in-law they chose to disown their daughter.  We had never really considered kids.  It was Sam who brought it up and once it was an idea that we acknowledged it was something we wouldn’t give up on.  We didn’t know how incredibly depressing the whole process would be.  Door after door closed on us, saying we weren’t a proper family that they couldn’t allow a child to be raised in an unhealthy home.  We had been trying to adopt for three years and I had all but given up when Sam came home one day with a bumper sticker she thought was funny.  “Penis to small? Try hunting!”  She had stuck it onto our run down minivan we had bought second hand three years ago when we thought we’d be filling it with children.  I was infuriated.   I thought it was awful and how could she make a joke like that when things were so terrible.  We fought for an hour straight, cried and then laughed at how stupid we were being.  Three weeks later we were told that we were eligible to adopt a little Vietnamese girl if we would like to look into the procedure for adopting over sees.  We jumped on the opportunity and brought Joy home within the year.   A few months later, to our utter amazement, we learned that they embryos we had been planting in my uterus, starting a year ago had finally worked and that we were expecting twins.  In a year our family had doubled and then some.  It was crazy, it was difficult, and we couldn’t have been happier.  Call us dysfunctional, freaky, or whatever you want, but we couldn’t be happier with who we are and what our family has become.