Last night after Chowder and I got home from looking at dining room tables (and going out for a beer and hot pretzels) I was walking up the stairs to go to bed. And there smack dab in the middle of the 11th stair was a little turd of poo. Still fresh.
Yes, this is the life I always dreamed of.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Poo Update...I can't make this stuff up.
Posted by Cakes at 1/11/2008
Labels: A Matter of Family
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5 comments:
Ok is this poop of the human variety?
Ohh and the stretch marks, umm yeah i have them, i have them BAD. My twins ruined me. Its ok though it was worth it. But man i look like a burn victim in the belly!
Honestly! Who is doing this to you? Who is the poo phantom?
sadly, I don't even know. There was unflushed gift in the kid's toilet so maybe there was a timing issue? or it could have been a kitten?
All I know for sure is it wasn't mine, Chowder's, or Fargo's. Everyone else is a suspect!
All you ever wanted and more! Poo poo!!!
Aaack! This SAME THING happened to me just last week!
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