HAA HA HA HA HA HAA HAAA... I'm almost crying here. I really wasn't sure what kind of responses I'd be getting if I ventured into what appeared to be virgin turd territory.
Knowm.. turtlin..
Yeah, yeah! Achoo! Even worse.
Then
you don't know what prairie doggin' is, do you? If you had yourself a couple of teenage boys or three you would.
Who wants to tell him?
Oh, and I JUST learned what buttercupping is, from a flippin' NINE YEAR OLD.
I just about died when his momma told me.
For me, prairie doggin' is an almost every damned morning occurrence. We all have our schedules, what makes us go, what keeps us from going, along with the Morning Ritual. Mine is stagger out of bed, pee. Stagger out of the bedroom in search of coffee. Stagger into the kitchen, get my cup and start preparing my cuppa. That's when the first twinge usually hits. Often, by the time the creamer hits the black, I'm prairie doggin', don't even have to have the coffee, my bowels are almost on automatic.
(
Disclaimer: Unless I'm traveling. If traveling, I'm often bound up tight and don't go for a week. )
But, it doesn't end there, oh no. Because, depending on how good my dinner the night previous was, I may be in for two, three, even FOUR trips during the next hour or two.
Prairie doggin', I hate when that happens.