My favorite part of Ag Day with The Boy’s 4th grade class, was meeting a real life cheese maker. Celeste was so awesome: she taught us how cool the dairy business is and even gave us free cheese curds! Lindsay would have been in heaven.
SST: First Wives Club
Good morning! We are laying in bed reading about the awesome party we attended last night. Great job, chsh!!!
Breakfast in bed! I have the best wife!
It’s not a trip to Lindsay’s until Family Ties comes on!
A skit inspired by Science*:
Tj: “what’s for dinner tonight?”
Me: “Lindsay’s food baby.”
Tj: “mmmm. Cheese.”
*The article about the healing properties of poo
Put your poop in my poop and heal me, god dammit!
I sent this link to my sister, as we have a family member who lost feeling in her hands and feet as a result of treatment for c. diff. a couple of years back. (may have been a particularly powerful antibiotic with permanent nasty side effects. I don’t recall.)
The proposed fecal transplants are done through a nasogastric tube straight from the nose to the intestine. My sister explained that while this was gross in concept, it was more likely to be effective as other methods of administration may be too inflamed or not readily accessible to the target location.
My response: “Eat shit and thrive?”
“Put your poop in the poop of the man who stilled the water
Put your poop in the poop of the man who calmed the sea”
TRACEY! I love you so much I would donate my poop if it would fix you.
“Greater love hath no one than to lay down one’s own poo for their friend.” 3 Timothy 3:28
Happy Sundog at Lindsay’s house.
I’m going to see a dear friend in Florida tonight (right now, actually!)
I’ll be recovering at her house in Port Saint Lucie for a week. My reputation as a “trouble maker” is long standing! Lindsay (lindstifa) reminds me of Lena, just to give you a clue of how awesome she is!