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Anna often plays by herself, playing with little animal figures and narrating stories to herself.  I just heard her playing with a toy horse and narrating the following story:

' "Excuse me," the horse said as she farted.'

pooping towards productivity

Two things that have bothered me lately:  i haven't written in the blog enough (and thus will have gaps in my memory when the memory portion of my brain inevitably craps out and I am forced to reconstruct my life by rereading this blog)

and

I spend too much time looking at stupid junk on my phone.  Much of this stupid-junk-looking is done while sitting on the toilet.  The amount of time I spend sitting on the toilet gets slowly bumped upward and upward because it is a time and space when/where my body and brain are (sometimes) free from the demands of my work or my children.  So I might tend to linger a little longer than I need to sitting on the toilet because I am relatively free to do/think what I want while I am sitting on the toilet.   And yes, I know it's bad for my butthole.  

So my solution is this:  instead of, or in addition to, looking at stupid junk while sitting on the toilet, I am going to write in my blog while sitting on the toilet.  

What I'm going to write about today is:  today I was talking with an elevator inspector about how much I enjoy being married.  It felt really good to 1) be happy about being married, and 2) share that info with someone.  

I had a dream 2 nights ago about using applesauce as mortar.  

vomit

Here's what's happening:  I'm currently sitting on the toilet, having diarrhea.  Yesterday and last night I was pukey.  

Another year of Christmas Carol is open, and my schedule has finally calmed down.  I was actually able to clean my office and the shop, which is awesome.  They've both been a wreck since May.  

We spent Thanksgiving with the Schluetermetz', which was fantastic except that Jeannie was illin' for a good chunk of it.  We rented a cabin in McHenry, MD, which was a perfect size and layout for our two families.   I had very stinky farts for most of the trip.  

The toilet paper we have in our house right now is truly sub-par.  Like, worse than gas-station-quality toilet paper.