I have the best friends ever. You may think you do, but you don't. I do. (Unless we have the same friends, of course).
I think I just realized that I know someone is my true friend if they'll talk about poop with me. I've had three conversations about poop with three different friends in the past two days.
I love her.
This brightened my morning
I can look past the bad punctuation because of its awesomeness. |
Getting into the shower this morning, I stubbed my toe. On the tub. I am the queen of undesired talents.
I get anxious about the drive to work. And the drive home from work. And just about any other drive. The fact that I drive at all is a mystery to me.
I have an impending feeling that something is going to change in my life soon. I have filled out paperwork for a community home trust in the area and as much as it scares the balls out of me, I'm thinking of turning it in. I am pretty sure they're going to tell me I am too poor, but that would sure put my comfort zone out of whack.
And also?
POOP
Poop! Yay for home stuff! You'd love the independence of living alone and Pippi would keep you company!
ReplyDeleteAHHH! A HOUSE! :)
ReplyDeleteI didn't know you could delete more than one email at a time! I better figure that out. I have so many to delete. Yes, when you can discuss poop with someone, you know you have a true friend:)
ReplyDeleteOooh a house! Allan has a 365-Day Poop Facts calendar that you might love!
ReplyDeleteLol! Yes please! That's awesome :)
DeleteA house? Do it!! Poop!
ReplyDeleteIf you want to talk about poop, I can tell you all sorts of sordid details about pooping post abdominal surgery (it sucks).
ReplyDeleteAnd a house? Yay! I hope it works out for you! Especially since it's only a matter of time before certain people decide to spawn.