Hundreds of Years From Now

The other day my husband was home and I was able to poop alone on the toilet. (Which, TA-DA…is zen!)

No kids

No this guy.

So I got thinking about this show I watched, Who Do You Think You Are. Some day my distant ancestors may research me and try to find out how I spent my life and what I did with it.

If I helped people or advanced humanity. How I lived life, what life was like for me. What legacy I left behind.

And here I am, just pooping.

I know what you’re thinking. “Why in Gods name is this freak show always talking about shit?”

I’m a nurse, asshat. You’re welcome.

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