I fear after tonight's post that I will lose the respect of at least one person.  But that's ok - I don't expect my readers hold too much respect for me anyway.  And that's the way I want it...I'm street, man.

You all know of my stomach problems as of late.  I was in so much pain, I stayed in my jammies on the couch for almost 3 days.  I'm still in my jammies but now it's just me being lazy - the pain is all gone.  In the middle of the night last night, my body decided to <<ahem>> release the gas.  About a minute later, the deep-sleeping Shellie sat straight up in the bed, looked around, and went to the bathroom.  She came back with toilet paper in her hand and started inching through the room.

Me:  What are you doing?

Her:  I think the dog pooped on the floor. 

Me:  Yeah.  That was me.

Her:  Oh.  Well, do you need this toilet paper? 

We laughed until we both passed out.  Then we woke up laughing.  And we're still laughing about it.  I said I wouldn't be blogging about this one, but dammit, it was just too funny not to.  And, if nothing else, you guys at least know I feel better today.

*sigh*  

And, speaking of all things stinkified...Bo (the youngest beagle) started eating poop again.  Time to start the pills again.  Talk about stinky burps.

Now - who wants to visit my house?  Brunch, anyone? 

((edited to add: i was told that this post implied that i actually pooped in the bed.  i totally didn't.  it was all gas, my pretties.  carry on.))