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.