All right, we all know I'm frequently constipated. I've had a section of my bowel removed, and since then, well, there are chronic pooping difficulties. But still...there is no accounting for the way my husband's mind works. He got up late last night to use the facilities, for that particular purpose, and, well...let's just say it was an instantaneous process. When I express surprise bordering on concern over this phenomenon, this is his reply:
"Don't be a hater."