it's like clockwork:
Mr. REA comes home
we eat dinner
Mr. REA says, i'm going to take a shower now
i start washing dishes
Mr. REA locks the door to the bathroom
and immediately i have to go #2.
bad.
and no, its not like, oh gee i think i might need to go to the bathroom...
its more like, dear god please hurry up in there i'm about to crap my pants and i'm not even kidding.
my apartment has one bathroom.
and in case you're wondering - we are not at that point in our relationship yet where one of us can be in the shower and the other one can be taking a dump 12 inches away. i'd actually like for us to never reach that level.
ever ever ever.
i contemplate where else i could go #2.
the answer is no where else.
i stop washing dishes
i sit motionless for 25 minutes
he comes out.
then it's a quick peck on the cheek & i'm on my way to work.
and by work i mean business
and by business i mean poop.
obviously.
and you better believe this has had its influence my list of fears:
3. bear attack
2. shark attack
1. taking a crap outside to avoid shitting my pants
-- oh and shout out to my baby brother. if you see him around say happy birthday. he's tall & has sort-of-blondish sort-of-brownish hair but its real short. love you bro --
