As a fore-runner to this post, you must know that I usually poop when my boyfriend is gone, not that I plan it that way, but I prefer to get my pooping done while he is occupied.
So the other night I pooped.
It. Wouldn't. Flush.
I thought it was pretty funny, so I started laughing.
My daughter called up to me,
"WHAT is so funny mom?"
Me: "I pooped"
Cierra: "What's so funny about that?"
Me: "Turds' stuck!
Cierra "What? eeww (laughing)"
And...that was that. I didn't want to plunge it, because then there would be poop on the plunger, and the thought of cleaning that made me wanna yak. SO I just left it there to...you know...soften up. The baby was fussing, so I just closed the toilet, washed my hands and forgot about it.
A couple of hours went by and I was downstairs cooking dinner, when my boyfriend bolted into the kitchen, saying (very proudly) "You are busted"!
I knew EXACTLY what he was talking about. ha ha
Apparently he had gone upstairs to go to the bathroom as soon as he arrived home from work and asked Cierra who forgot to flush.
Cierra said, "My mom. (shrugs) Wouldn't flush."
SO needless to say the secret is out....even kick ass, slightly vain, girly girls like me, drop a deuce that won't flush every now and then. (and blog about it) Don't hate!
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