Proud moments

Something happened the other day that made me so proud that I have to share it. 

But first, I need to give some background.

Three days before my flight back from Beijing, I came down with explosive diahrrea.  You read that correctly, explosive.  It came at the least once an hour, each hour, and lasted over 36 hours.  98% water.  It was so bad that I couldn't even lie down on my back.  There was no time for my bottom to recover between trips to the bathroom.  When I was finally solid again, I was so relieved.  It came just prior to my flight.  Thank goodness!

Anyway, the other day, I dropped a two foot long deuce.  It was beautiful and unbroken.  It really was a thing of beauty.  

I will never take solid poop for granted again.  And I am grateful for each glorious chunk of solid turd.