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.
Good morning! We are laying in bed reading about the awesome party we attended last night. Great job, chsh!!!
The other other not-so white meat
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
yhf:
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
"It's not easy being a pigeon's wife." — 
