Me: Pais, that smell’s awful! Did you poop?
Pais: Yep.
Me: Ok, let’s change your diaper.
As I am laying her down to changer her diaper, my phone rings. I glance at the caller ID and notice that it’s Joe.
Me: Hey, can I call you right back. I’m in the middle of a BIG poop.
Joe: Ok?
Me: WAIT! I mean a big poopy diaper. I’m not pooping. I promise. This is awkward. I’ll call you back.
I continued to laugh through the entire (non-poopy – that was some nasty gas she passed) diaper change. And then I called him back and we both laughed.
Happy Birthday, Mr McGill. Welcome to 30. Can’t wait to grow old with you.
Birthday Boy & his Old Lady
Kellogues 
Monday, September 19, 2011 at 7:50 pm |
Don’t know if you were here when it happened but Scott and Chris “face timed” as they each were pooping. I had to bleach my ipad.
By the way, don’t rush to grow old with that guy. I had a doctors appt today and they do the strangest things to you when you achieve my “altitude in years.” Suddenly not so glad I agreed to a female doctor …
Tuesday, September 20, 2011 at 7:08 am |
haHA! that’s funny!
and happy birthday, joe.
Thursday, September 22, 2011 at 11:13 am |
That. Is. Awesome
Thursday, September 22, 2011 at 8:10 pm |
Only you could pull off this post. Love it. Lol! 🙂
Friday, September 23, 2011 at 12:50 am |
BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA! Thanks for the laugh! I needed it!