Data Dump

This morning, I dropped my shit off at the doctor's office. Walked my HazMat bags through a half-filled waiting room and, in case anyone missed seeing the load in the bright orange bag, I had to spell out giardia for the receptionist. Then I had to trot to work.

As I mentioned, it wasn't easy to aim an orifice you can't see. By the turd one, I finally figured out how to get it into the cup without running over.

What is it about stool samples that brings out the Grey Poo Puns? Are they just intrinsically funny? We're all just one poop joke removed from 5th grade, admit it.

Mike sent me an email asking how things went with the early morning drops of doo. My mom said, "I hope they get to the bottom of this."

I made chili for dinner. Wishing I had one of J's toilet-shaped dog dishes to go with today's theme.