No crying, minimal whimpering, just poop in a potty. And no, it wasn't a dream or some type of hallucination that results from sleep deprivation. I could tell by the rank odor.
I WIN!
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About Me
- Angela
- Memphis, TN, United States
- Like most women, I wear many hats: mother, daughter, friend, writer, retired social worker, watcher of bad movies, eater of string cheese, reader of books. I could go on, but that would be cruel and I think you get the idea. Also, like most women, when faced with an ethical dilemma of some kind, I always ask myself "what would Katharine Hepburn do?" This blog is an experiment of sorts; I find myself in an unexpected mid-life crisis at the age of 42, with some major upheaval in pretty much every area of my existence. I love to write and would like to earn money from it someday. This blog is my writing outlet until such time as the Muses see fit to fill my brain with the Great American Novel and I become filthy rich from its publication, at which point you will have to pay to read my innermost thoughts.
You know you doomed yourself once you said "I win"
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