Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Poopy Day
Today was a little poopy because 2 people cancelled their parties for this weekend. It was a little poopy because I got paid and it's already spent. And it was a little poopy because I was incredibly busy and didn't accomplish much. But mostly it was poopy because both of my younger children have had diarrhea all day. You probably didn't really want to know that, but I do have one kind of amusing story to brighten up the poopy day. I went to bed last night after taking the girls to swim lessons (where I played in the baby pool with Little Buddy), then immediately heading to dinner and to the hospital to visit my uncle. I was feeling like I really needed a shower. In the middle of the night Little Buddy climbed into our bed. I could tell that he had a fever so I let him stay there. When I woke up this morning the first thing I thought was, "GROSS. I have to take a shower right now. I can't believe how bad I smell." Turns out that Little Buddy had made the mess and the smell. Which is really gross, but not as gross as if that smell were me. I can make anything be all about me. :) Now I must go and wash some more sheets.
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2 comments:
You always make me laugh. And I think one was the best! My husband has a story about falling asleep with hershey's kisses in his bed and waking up convinced they were poop. I think he licked his fingers to make sure. So gross!
I actually snorted when I read this.
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