Black Market

I love my work. I love my friends even more. I mean, who else gets to have conversations like this?

I called my friend Edge this morning on the way to pick my kids up from school.

"Hi Edge! It's Heather. I'm going to see my parents today and thought I'd stop by your house on the way to pay you for your uterus. Would that be okay?"

"Yeah, that would be great. I'll be here."

"Now, how much do I owe you for that?"

"Um, let me look it up. Let's see... Thirty five. No, wait. I told you fifteen for the uterus and baby."

"Okay. I'll be there between 1:30 and 2:00."






Hint: It's knitted. Like this one.