Whatever could that mean? Poop. Yes, I’ve said it. Poop. There. I feel better. Even better now that I’ve done it (the pooping that is).
There’s something about lengthy air travel that binds me up fiercely and it’s only today that sweet relief found its way through my river of intestines to the delta that is our toilet.
Yay! I finally feel like I’m home. 🙂
I’m sorry Mom- I know this is the kind of post that you shake your head and deny parenthood over. Hey- you taught me to be expressive… 😉