Shit.  Puke. PUKE. Shit. SHIT.

Swear to all that is holy, I’m not saying it to just swear. Remember when TCM stepped in the poo and I was struck smitten?  Remember when I said that his two cats both puked, one on my purse, one by the bed, our first night together? I forgot to mention that one of his cats, on our second night together, left a 2 foot long streak of poo on the carpet at the foot of the bed.  And today?

On my walk, I looked down to see that somehow I had stepped in poo and not noticed.  I was on concrete the whole way but because I didn’t catch it, it was smeared on the cuff of the opposite pant leg.  GAWD.  And I had a mile and a half to go before I could do much about it.

Seems fitting in some way, no?  And not less than a little gross.  I mean really.  What on earth am I supposed to do with this information?  Or is it, actually, just another banana?  Naw, it’s coming Full Circle.

But you know what really sucks?  Really?

I sort of miss him.  We did have some fun together.