Today I had a ten minute conversation in my driveway with my next door neighbor (in front of her husband) about our current and respective pooping schedules (our own as in, not those of our kids). Her husband eventually interrupted with, “Wait, wait, wait, are you two talking about pooping?”
“Yes we are,” I said. “This is exactly what I ever hoped for and imagined. An NNBFF with whom I can talk shamelessly about poop.”
“Yeah, why don’t you go blog about it,” he said.
“What an excellent idea.”