At least that is what my son-in-law calls it. It has many names, number 2, poop, shit, crap, So and I call it "sit" because that is what Mother used to say when one of us 3 kids had gas. She would say "Lisa go sit!!!" or whoever the guilty one was. Anyway I had a thought this morning. I know you are dying to know what that thought was. Maybe not. Maybe I'll just tell you tomorrow and let your wild imaginations go crazy. But I won't because it is something I must say. I must share my thought with you. Are you ready yet? Ok, beat a dead horse Lisa.
Why do we have to look at it? Are we proud? Do we want to study the shape of it, or perhaps the length. Maybe it is because we are amazed that it actually came out of us. Do we think we might just have to reach in and mold it, ok now that is just gross. Sorry guys. I had a moment. That reminds me of the video on Daave's blog the other day. That was a funny one.
The human body is amazing in itself of course. But the fact that something that smells that bad, looks that gross comes out is just, well just nasty. But we all do it, animals do it, birds do it, that reminds me of a song. My other son-in-law has a name for the one that is being stubborn. He calls it a prairie dog. How funny is that? Peeking his head up.
Now that I have made everyone's day I think I'll scoot out of here and actually get some work done. Just think of me the next time you, well never mind.