I delivered the jars of "specimen" to the lab today, so there is no longer poop in my refrigerator. I felt that I should let you all know that, in case you were planning to come to dinner.
I may be a 40-year-old mother with an advanced degree, but inside I'm a juvenile delinquent. When tasked with delivering a bag of poop, my first inclination is still to drop it on the doorstep, light it on fire, ring the bell and run like crazy.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Delivering the Poop
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Eh. I think that would have been apropos. Just light it, ring the bell, and run away giggling like a mad hatter.
From one advance-degreed 40 y.o. mother to another:
The inner Beavis in me salutes the inner Beavis in you.
;-)) I exactly feel that way too... ;-))
There is something else to do with a bag of poop?????
Oh, yeah, doctors and all.
Bummer, I'd have loved to see a 40 y/o mom lighting and running
LOL. That is too funny! Disturbing, but funny.
Made me laugh today, thanks!!
there has to be a more dignified way of the doing a stool sample
why cant' you jsut do it at home? shove your web cam up your ass or something, but not have to walk around with poo in a bag
bleck
ROFL
heehee! my thought exactly when you said you delivered a bag of poop.
Ok..just the word poop makes me giggle!
LOL! Do you ever watch Dirty Jobs? Mmmmmmm. Mike Rowe.
Ok, what? Where was I? Oh yeah, Dirty Jobs and poop.
There was an episode where Mike (mmm) delivered dirty diapers to a company that does scent control. At the end of that segment, he left a burning bag of poop on their doorstep. LOL!
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