just for me
March 1, 2010
So for the third time in as many days (that’s 3, for those of you keeping track at home), I received an IM, text, or email that pretty much said this (actual text from actual reader):
“So, I totally had a problem on the toilet today and I thought of you.”
That’s awesome. Apparently I am now the repository, so to speak, the Dear Abby, if you will, of my readership’s (all 12 of you) poo-butt-fart stories.
I will not be publishing them. Like Tom Hanks (Captain Miller), speaking of his home and family, “No, no that one I save just for me.”
Kind of like that. Kind of.