I’m really happy that my colleagues enjoy pooping/talking about pooping as much as I do. This, is exceedingly hard to find when working with people that aren’t in your direct peer group.
Regardless, here’s today’s dilemma:
I ate nothing except a handful of granola this morning, following a super tiny cup of cold coffee (ugh). I was STARVING but had no time to do anything (this is quickly becoming a pattern) so instead of taking 5 minutes to eat an apple or something a little more substantial, I didn’t and my body reacted by giving me terrible gas.
Needless to say, I held those farts in like it was my job (it kind of is).
Now I’m unleashing the fury a couple of hours after eating a mediocre spinach salad (raw spinach is great for your shidoobies) for lunch. At least I’m alone and at least I’m on the fifth floor.
All is right in my world.