when i am about to poop, i like to alert MB so she can cheer and encourage me.
maybe we should back up.
this, more or less, is a conversation we had on the day i was packing up from thanksgiving camp:
me: i had been hoping to have made my last trip up outhouse mountain.
MB: not yet, huh? at least later you'll be home to shit at leisure.
me: it doesn't seem like such an accomplishment at home. it's like leaving the gifted class.
MB: haha! i will cheer you on just as much.
me: you're going to regret you said that.