AH HA!  This is what I’ve been looking for!!

The other night.. well, okay, it was two weeks ago.. Bryan and I had a night in together.  These just don’t happen very often.  Ever. 

In fact, just last night, we lay in bed, both of us exhausted, and I said, “Do you remember when we first started dating?  We would eat dinner on the couch, move to a horizontal position, have tons of sex, and then go to bed.  That was IT.  When did we start to find all of this shit to do?”

To which he replied, “I sure did like those people.”

Regardless, we had one of those miraculous nights two weeks ago.  I had had quite a bit to drink, three goblets of said “drink” being a Riesling, which is a very fizzy wine.

So I fell asleep like a rock.  I was out.

Then something startled me.  I woke up, marveled at how asleep I’d been, and then started to wonder, “Geez, as drunk as I was, what in the world would’ve woken me up?”

And I pooted.

I WOKE MYSELF UP POOTING.

That’s all.  Go about your day.

It is Fat Tuesday, ladies and gentlemen.  Mardi Gras is upon us.  So live it up; have your revelry and debauchery while it lasts.  Pick up a Purple Haze, have a slice of King Cake, and suck some head and eat some tail.. LAISSEZ LES BON TEMPS ROULEZ!