Shit Happens

This post is really gross and is about poop. If you don't want to read it, stop now and I will not be offended. I promise.

Seriously, stop reading now if you have a weak stomach.

Last chance. It's pretty disgusting.


So last night I went to my girlfriend's house and she and her husband made bbq'ed pizza (OMG it was delicious!) I held, fed, and played with their sweet baby girl. It was much needed friend/baby time and I loved it.

Between us and another couple that was there, we went through 2 bottles of wine, which was also pretty great. There's nothing like sitting outside in nice weather with your bestie, yummy food, a glass of wine, and a baby on your lap. Afterwords all the girls decided to go see Sex and the City 2, which was super cheesy but I still loved it.

The climax of the evening was when I headed home and halfway there got an unsettling gurgle in my gut. You know the kind where you're pretty sure you are going to have some type of explosion happening at any moment. I continued driving and called hubs to keep me company on the drive and also to distract me from the flurry of activity in my digestive tract. In doing this, I went ahead and missed my exit, adding about 10 more minutes to the drive.

I got the urgent need to GO right as I pulled into my driveway. I wriggled around in my seat and frantically pushed my garage door button. I started breaking a sweat just as I pulled into the garage. I ran into the house and towards my bathroom, and then...

I shit my pants.

We have an exchange student living with us and he was sitting at the kitchen table as I ran by trying to get to the toilet. Hopefully he didn't realize what was happening at that moment.

Why am I telling you this? I'm not sure. It just seems relevant to the shit storm that my life seems to be right now! Also, it's kinda funny that I am 31 and I shit my pants. So hopefully you are laughing right now and not throwing up in your mouth a little.