Such poop talk
All the “comments” of poop, reminds me of a story.
Back in the day when I got paid for my work, one of my many job responsibilities was as employee “fun maker”. This included anything from employee birthdays to extravagant holiday parties to bring your kid to work day to anything else you could imagine your HR folks doing.
Well, this particular company had Crazy T-shirt & Shorts day every year. And every year about 1/4th of the company would don their crazy attire. The whole group would then get to stand in the front of the building to get the annual Crazy T-shirt & Shorts Day photo taken for the history books.
As you all know…I am a poor speller. If spell check doesn’t find it, forget it.
This one particular year while I was making fun and organizing various contests for our annual Crazy T-shirt & Shorts Day, I sent out several company wide emails regarding the goings-on of the day. Well, I made a typo in one of those emails. And the way I found out about my mistake was when I was awarded my very own personalized t-shirt for this company holiday and on it read…T-SHIT in a poop like font.
That year I proudly stood in the front of the company photo. Damn I wish I could find that shirt.
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As I was stepping out of the shower yesterday, PJ walked in to go potty. And the following conversation ensued:
PJ: I neeeeeeed aaaaaa wiiiiiipe.
Me: Walking towards her buck naked and then completing the wiping process. Here you go.
PJ: Mom, can you please keep that fuzzy away from me?
Me: Ahh, well sure.
PJ: Why do you have that fuzzy hair and I don’t?
Me: Well, adults grow hair there and when you get older you will too.
PJ: Oh…waaaaaaaay cool.
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I was telling my friend Jen how awful one of my “brick” trainings had been last week. I clearly was dehydrated. I was seeing double. I was feeling like I was going to throw up. The only thing I wanted to do was stop and curl up under a shade tree and fall asleep. I guess…what do I expect, it was 2:00 in the afternoon and it was a whopping 93 degrees with very high humidity. I deserved all the pain I put myself through.
I went on to tell her that it was a real eye opening experience and that I learned I needed to pack more water with me on my long rides to make it any distance on my runs. Then she simply asked, “So with all that water, if you have to go to the bathroom during the race, are you just going to pee on yourself.”
Hmmmm, very interesting question Jen. One which I am not sure I yet know the answer to.
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