11 thoughts on “For Becky”

  1. Oh, crap. No pun intended. I sense a story brewing…ROFLMAO! Going to put my kiddos to bed now…I’m afraid, very afraid. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Err…well, I hadn’t planned on putting your crap…ummm, I meant *stuff* out there. Would I, your bestest friend in the whole wide world embarrass you in front of the World Wide Web like that? ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Umm…yes??? ๐Ÿ™‚ Maybe you could write about it over on your blog. It IS your story to tell, after all. I was drugged up in the hospital and sneaking to eat your bourbon chicken. Poor Bec, on the floor of the bathroom, missing out on the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. LOL!

  4. Metamucil? I definitely prefer Benefiber. It has no taste and you can sprinkle it over food.

  5. I had no idea that metamucil came flavored? Wow, I learn something new everyday. One other new thing I’m learning is that taking a crap nowadays is the highlight of every day!

  6. Trace, thanks for the tip! I’ll remember that the next time I’m under gastric duress!
    Sara, you just apple juice fly out of my nose. I know the feeling about those craps, though! LOL!

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