In celebration of Clinton's completion of 3rd year, I took the rest of the week off from work. Tuesday afternoon we struck up the grill and had some friends over for a BBQ. The weather was wonderful, the food was great, time with friends is always enjoyable...but knowing I wasn't at work was the best of it all!!
A memory from my youth.
Before I knew I was lactose-intolerant I dealt with a lot of discomfort and embarrassing situations. One time, I was at a church dance and mid-cutting-a-rug, I felt like there was something else that needed cutting. So, I told my friend I was going to run to the bathroom real quick.
"Oh, let me come with you." she said.
Oh dear. How the heck am I gonna cover this up? "Uh, ok."
So, off to the bathroom we went. I went into the stall and did my best to "keep things quiet" however trying to keep diarrhea quiet is like telling a toddler to sit still...it ain't gonna happen. My friend was jabbering away (just outside my stall) and I "coughed" and "cleared my throat" to mask the sounds like my dignity depended on it. But try as I might, there's a certain frequency that diarrhea "runs" on and one explosion rang louder than I could cover.
My friend (whose laugh is reminiscent of a machine gun) started busting up laughing. Eureka! I started laughing just as loud I could and let nature "take it's course".
I think we probably laughed for a good 5-minutes that evening, and I never felt better.
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