Holy freakin’ poopsicle! I made a poopie yesterday. It was a totally normal poop. No straining. No pushing. Just a regular ploppity plop. When I was done and ready to wipe, I looked into the toilet and paused to stare at the freakiness that was in the bowl. Apparently my
poops
Barf bag
My pregnant friend has just dropped some frowny-face news on me. This makes me not want to have kids. Ever. She was making some brown baby boys in the toilet, and when she was done, she felt like she wasn’t really done. She wiped, but it didn’t feel clean. So
Steamy Winter
I love winter. There’s nothing like starting your day fresh on a cold morning watching your dog take a big, hot, steamy dump. I swear it sizzled as it hit the grass.
