MY FRIDAY F-OFF Some Fridays I will take time to tell you about something pissing me off. Therapy for me. Mild amusement at my expense for you. Win-Win. This is the lovely collection of poop bags from the other morning. No, I am not feeding my dog Metamucil. No, I have not been......
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It’s not that I don’t want you to poop, it’s that I don’t want to see or pick up your poop.
EG, Shit that happens
September 29, 2014
I am sitting in my dumpster on a brown toilet. Life is good. You see it is good because: a. We owned a brown toilet that is now in a dumpster, and b. Once they destroy our house, they are planning to put it back together all pretty like. I get a bit giddy......
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At least I don’t smell like man poop. Emergency room wisdom Part III
Shit that happens
September 09, 2014
The other one is now broken too. Kid that is. This is where the image of our children’s matching broken feet would be, but F’n WordPress will not allow me to import images anymore. You can see it on Twitter if you care or just take my word for it. Kids are convenient.#Total9HoursAtHospitalpic.twitter.com/hJcdy6kZub The last time......
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Conversation I just had with Mister: Me (K): Do you think flies poop when they fly or land? Mister (M): When they fly. K: Why do you say that? M: Because doing it when you fly is cooler. K: Do you think flies think it is cooler? M: Yes K: If flies eat brown......
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MY FRIDAY F-OFF Some Fridays I will take time to tell you about something pissing me off. Therapy for me. Mild amusement at my expense for you. Win-Win. As you know, I have many stories about poop. But this is a new one. My gastro-enter-ologist (‘enter’ – still makes me laugh), has told me......
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