Thursday, January 17, 2008


Here's a testimony to how badly my nose has been stuffed up.

When Lucy woke from her morning nap, I walked into her room, sniffed a few times, and started to dance a little jig. Why? Because I could smell her poopy diaper! You don't know how many times I've opened a diaper in the last few days only to find an unpleasant surprise waiting for me. And when you're not ready for a poopy diaper? Bad things happen. Like poopy feet. That kick all over the damn place, making poopy everything else. Bah to that.

So yay for me and my nose that can detect the odor of feces.

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susan said...

It's always the little things! Glad to hear you're on the road to recovery. Hope you're all the way better soon!!!

Arizaphale said...

I can't believe how long it is since I've visited!!!! Looking forward to catching up!