I know I’m still only in my thirties, but I just had a peek at my geriatric destiny. I was sat on the toilet doing my ‘business’ and looked around me. I saw nearly flesh-coloured tan ankle socks poking out of fuzzy, lavender slippers, and an aerosol can of floral air-freshener within easy reach.
I was my grandma from the knees down.
I think I just had an epiphany poo.
I am throwing out the socks…
@ Daddy P. I know I’m going to disappointment you, but, OH MY GOD, I’m at a loss for words! I swear I did teach her the meaning of “private”. Obviously, it didn’t take.
@ Jennifer. Okay, I must admit “epoophany” is a giggler.
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OK – going to have a little lie down now.
[can't wait to hear what Mom says!]
OK. I’ve waited hours and it still makes me giggle:
epoophany.
I feel better now.
@ Daddy P. I know I’m going to disappointment you, but, OH MY GOD, I’m at a loss for words! I swear I did teach her the meaning of “private”. Obviously, it didn’t take.
@ Jennifer. Okay, I must admit “epoophany” is a giggler.
Wow, I wasn’t expecting this when I surfed over here with my Sunday morning coffee. I’m going to be giggling about this all day.
@CC – Excellent! This is why I share my madness…