Hi Friends, It’s been a while since I’ve updated this blog. It’s not because I haven’t pooped since May. I’ve pooped loads. It’s because I got pregnant, but that was a good thing. I was waiting for my three months to clear so I could share with you my pregnant-body colon stories.
I have a love/hate relationship with automatic flushing toilets. They’re fantastic because of the obvious– no physical contact with the toilet flusher. In a perfect world I go in the stall, do my business, and as I’m pulling up my pants the evidence that I was there immediately vanishes into
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even my bowels. The TP was hung by the toilet with care, in hopes that a dookie soon would be there. My intestines were twisted, turds heavy as lead, while extraneous amounts of pushing