so, yay?

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.