I need some help. Serious help and advice from YOU, my lovely readers. I have this child (well, alright, I do have six children, but I am speaking of one in particular today) who lays these serious bombs. I mean some adult-size, been eating some bad stuff, do-a-man-proud (if a man is ever proud of it), man-size STINKY bombs. I am not saying that this is a man-child or a woman-child, just that from henceforth in this post will be called The-Child-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. It goes a bit like this:
The other morning I was showering (yes, I do shower, sometimes, when I feel like it or my family tells me I need to). Seriously, I do shower. Look, a squirrel. As I was saying, I was showering and in walks The-Child-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named (why can’t I shower or do any other business in the bathroom by myself? Why?! Just once I’d like to wipe my bum without any assistance - pardon the reference and NO! no one really assists me. I just mean the need that they have for following me or not allowing me to be alone in the bathroom.) Look, a bird! Sorry, I was saying, The-Child-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named came in to use the bathroom and use the bathroom The-Child-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named did. In. A. Big. Way. Even after the flushing and my subsequent freezing from said flush and have I not mentioned before how much cold water hurts me (I know I have but I can’t find that post right now and really do you need me to get off track anymore times than I already have)? Look, a leaf is falling. The-Child-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named leaves me, ME, lingering with the BOMB! Seriously, I was in the shower and the aroma lasted throughout the washing of my hair, the subsequent rinsing, conditioning and re-rinsing of my hair. I also really needed to shave my legs as the bushes were only going to get bigger and then all chances of procreation would be lost forever. I had to debate whether or not to just get out and leave the room or shave as for to get me some later the bushes away. I chose to suffer through it and shave.
The-Child-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named did not do this just this once. This is a regular issue left behind by The-Child-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. This lingering can be some-what helped by the old trick of match burning. Hello!?! Is anyone paying attention - I have children, a few of whom are pyromaniacs like their mother. This is not a good mix for leaving matches on the back of the commode. So let’s have a look at the other options shall we? Read more »













