The ramblings, rants, musings, and insights of a bipolar dad
Sunday, December 20, 2009
IN LIEU OF CONTENT, (LITERAL) TOILET HUMOR
I have all these long, profound things to put up, including guest posts. Instead, I will be lazy and share this: this morning, I had to take a dump so bad it was making me limp.
Yep, that's an awkward moment for sure. What gets me is when I don't even have time to grab a good book along the way. (Fortunately there's always the Farmer's Almanac on the back of the john.)
Kind of funny, maine. I had to mimic a firewalk into the bedroom to get my book off of the dresser. Then limp back. I looked like a firewalking Indian pimp.
The purpose of this blog is twofold. One, I am going to do my best to explain the feelings and reactions of the disease in a way that people that do not have it will understand.
Secondly, this keeps my random and pointless rants off of my wife's (and sometimes my) writing blog.
For those not blog savvy (mom), there is a list farther down the sidebar of topics. Anything with an asterisk is about the disease. The rest is nonsense. Click one if it interests you.
There is also a little button down there that says "older posts". It will open a link to older posts. The link that says comments at the end of every post shows you the comments.
While I do have interests, hobbies, beliefs, and talents, all that matters are my faith and my wonderful family. My wife (using her pen name Lydia Sharp) is also a writer and Blogger.
Our son, like most 5-years olds, is gifted in the arts of mayhem, sarcasm, and adorableness.
There are also some brothers and mothers and aunts and uncles and a grandma or two. They tolerate me too, for the most part.
Thanks for that, guys. Seriously.
can't...type...(trying to breathe) holy...CRAP! Hilarious.
ReplyDeleteYep, that's an awkward moment for sure. What gets me is when I don't even have time to grab a good book along the way. (Fortunately there's always the Farmer's Almanac on the back of the john.)
ReplyDeleteKind of funny, maine. I had to mimic a firewalk into the bedroom to get my book off of the dresser. Then limp back. I looked like a firewalking Indian pimp.
ReplyDeleteSnickers...must hold in...son wanting to know what's so funny...don't want to share..."Adult humor, son." Hahahahahahaha!
ReplyDeleteHand him a crutch and a roll of toilet paper, Jaleh. Might as well practice now. He'll be a dad too, someday.
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