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