Yes, I really mean poop talk. If you're not amused by poop humor, maybe skip this one. You've been warned. Also, potty mouth language, just a heads up.
Last night, as Man and I were preparing for bed we were talking about our days and trying to figure out why we both had such bad headaches. Headache talk always leads to analysing what I've eaten over the course of the past day or two, because usually I can track my aches and pains back to eating an allergen and last night was no different. Man started with my intake yesterday and eventually got back to the three ears of corn on the cob I'd eaten at our 4th of July cookout. Yes, I know better, but come on, it's corn on the cob on the 4th of July and you just can't pass that up! So as we're talking food intake and he mentioned the corn, I burst out with "so that's why I shit my brains out today!" and we both moaned at my over sharing but then laughed uncontrollably, with Man commenting on how inappropriate I am and inquiring as to whether I was going to discuss texture and color. I pretended I was disgusted, so Man launched into a description of his "frothy" poo, saying he had a crappuccino and we again dissolved into fits of laughter.
It's true that we're gross. It's true that we overshare. It's true that we're horribly inappropriate. But it's also true that we really enjoy each other and can have more fun brushing our teeth together than I could have with some past boyfriends actually going out and doing some fun activity together. I really am so lucky to love someone who loves me not only for my good, appropriate side, but also for the silly, dirty, inappropriate, craziness that is me!
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