I have poo on my jeans.
It's not MY poo (I feel compelled to share) but it stinks very much, despite the soap and scrubbing I did the moment I discovered the smear on my thigh. You would think, perhaps, "Hey Dani? You work from home. Go downstairs to the laundry and get a new pair of jeans to put on, then you won't stink." And of course, nobody would argue that that makes the MOST sense....however, here I sit blogging about poo rather than de-pooifying myself.
Why? Because I am waxing philosophical about it. I am sitting here thinking of how many people argue at the computer or tv about the way this country is heading---about the commercialism of the holidays (then shoulder slamming the guy next to him to get the last box of guitar hero world tour) and DO NOTHING that would effect the outcome in the least!
I wonder how many of us walk around with poo on our pants turning up our noses and saying, "Something smells" but never look down. It's the New International Version of the scripture story of missing the plank in your own eye....may we be missing the POO on our own leg?
Just a thought, Mr. Fox (a LUCKY DAY reference). Just a thought.
I need to go change something. I think I'll start with my jeans, then see what develops.
(The real question is....I still have 2 hours left of my day....will I STAY unsoiled?)
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7 comments:
Well did those jeans get changed/cleaned??
Yes, Mr. Gilbert, they are in the dryer (which is a feat, considering the presidence of getting something dirty, washed and dried in 12 hours).
I could have just HYPOTHETICALLY written about the poo on our own pants/shoes/front yard but figured it meant more to actually HAVE it on them when I wrote about it. That's why I don't write about murder, or adultery, or skydiving (all equally heinous acts) because I won't do them...but poo? It happens. It happens to us all.
your not walking around with no pants on now are you?
The poo is all gone, as is the POO-ER. At least until Tuesday, when it just may happen all over again, like some Pampers-Sponsored Ground-Hog Day.
Stay in school kids!
i was seriously thinking you would mention my name. you know, since i talk about poo so much on my facebook. bwahahaha! sorry you got poo all over you! but i like your analogy!
Two hours is a long time to keep pants poo-less with little munchkins around. Believe me....I know. I've actually been pooped on, peed on, spit up on, thrown up on, and had a slimy booger nose wiped on me all just today. And it's only 2:30. What will the rest of my day hold?
Well Mel, let's see......you still have MY FAVORITE..."baby throw up directly into your open mouth"....yeah I had that one day from a daycare baby and very very seriously considered quitting that day, right there on the spot. it was SOOO not worth the $32.00! Or, maybe you'll be sneezed on in your face--I got that one today....or, perhaps if it's an extra special day, you will have your cornea scratched by a baby's nail. That was such a cozy feeling...also NOT my baby. Actually come to think of it...the worst any of my babies gave me was Ren peeing on my lap as we flew on a small commuter plane when she was 19 months old. Potty training and airplanes don't mix, apparently! ;) You're a great mom, Mel! Hang in there, stinky! XOXO
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