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Steven says to me in bed this morning “There’s poop on my face.”
Um, what? I must have not heard that right. “What’d you say?”
“There’s poop on my face.”
Oh man, I’m thinking. What did Data do? I just fed him! He is going to be in so much trouble!
I turn and look at Steven.
Oh.
Ha ha. There is a poop emoji pillow on his face. Ha.
Ahh, the poop emoji. One of my favorite emojis. My mom was just telling me about how she was at an event recently, and as an ice breaker, everyone wrote a question on a piece of paper, crumbled it up, threw it in the center of the room, then everyone grabbed a random question to answer. Hers was (you guessed it) “what’s your favorite emoji?”
Lamely (ha ha, just kidding) she answered “the smiley face emoji” (zzzzzzzz, Mom), but she did the story about how she never thought there would be a good use for the poop emoji, until I used it in a text to tell her my septic tank needed to be replaced. Apparently, the group thought that was very funny. <— insert smiley face emoji.
Speaking of poop emojis, I can’t wait until our other bathroom is ready to use again. It will be nice to go back to having two toilets in the house. This must really be on my mind, because I actually dreamt we had a third toilet that I had just forgotten about. Ha!
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