The Laxative Chronicles: A Tale of Ice Cream and Regret ๐Ÿฆ

The rumble started as a subtle complaint, a gurgle of discontent somewhere in the lower reaches of my abdomen. A week โ€“ seven whole days โ€“ had passed since my last successful trip to the porcelain throne. At first, the situation was an inconvenience, then a discomfort. Now, it felt like I’d swallowed a particularly…More

The morning poop and how I found my keys ๐Ÿ’ฉ ๐Ÿ”‘

I was on my way to work. Normally itโ€™s a 40-minute drive, but there was an accident on a bridge, so I had to sit tight for the time being. The minutes passed. The comfortable morning dump threshold was reaching critical mass after the daily energy drink and breakfast burrito. Iโ€™d been sitting in traffic…More

Brown Sands, New Mexico ๐ŸŒต๐Ÿ’ฉ

It was a bright, cloudless morning when we pulled into White Sands National Park, excited for a day of sledding and exploration. The dunes stretched out before us like a blinding ocean of snow, soft and endless. The kids were already bouncing in the backseat, eager to tumble down the hills and dig to their…More

Cookie Catastrophe ๐Ÿช๐Ÿ’ฉ

It seemed like a normal Monday night at the frat house. We had just wrapped up our weekly meeting and were gearing up for Monday Night Football on the veranda when our sister sorority, the Kappa Deltas, wandered in with a massive plate of chocolate chip cookiesโ€”a special delivery for a couple of our brothers.…More

The School Pickup Poopocalypse ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ’ฉ

Let me set the scene: Itโ€™s a typical afternoon in the school pickup line. Weโ€™re parked, bumper to bumper, about ten minutes before dismissal. Cars are stacked behind us, no room to maneuver. In the back seat, my five-year-old, Oliver, is blissfully absorbed in a game on his tablet. Oliver: “I need to poop.” Me:…More