One of my favorite blogs is dooce. (I'm sure she is one of your favorites, too. I think everyone online reads dooce.) I enjoy her not just because she's a great writer, but also because I can relate to her as a mother, and as someone suffering from PPD.
I had to laugh at this because of the Play-Doh fun factory analogy. I have seen this with my own eyes, and it is no exaggeration. If it weren't so horrifying you'd attach the spaghetti dye to their ass and have some fun. (Yikes - I went too far there!)
And incase any of you were wondering, I am a republican, so I guess God punishes us all equally.
(As an aside, I emailed the link to hubby, and we had a good laugh over personal experiences via IM. He then commented to me how sad our life is that every conversation we have is about poop. Poop and politics - that's life!)
Christine, your life sounds like my life - poop, every time I turn around! LOL
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Lisa @ The Plain-Spoken Pen, at
4:24 PM
LOL. Sadly, I don't think it ever changes.
-G
By DementedPhotographer, at
5:16 PM
At least poop and politics provide a plethora of paragraphs!
I read that post too. I totalyy cracked up. My husband and i had the same experience a couple of weeks ago. you can read about it at my site, the post is Puppy or Baby. I think it happens to all of us at least once.
http://rantathome.blogspot.com
came thru on BE
