Do I live with girls? women? or disgusting frat boys

Every now and then I have to take a step back and wonder if I am in the right house, or if I accidentally walk into a house full of twenty year old frat boys. Tonight was one of those nights ...

First, let me be clear that I am not talking about all of the clothes, shoes, hair barrettes, and other crap that they have a tendency to leave laying around the house. Tonight though, I experienced a first that I hope I never experience again. Let me explain ....

Wednesday night is usually our Mexican dinner night and tonight was no different. After dinner, we returned home, changed clothes and sat down for a relaxing night of television. I was involved in watching the World Series of Poker and I didn't notice that Elizabeth had left the room. After several minutes, Elizabeth returned to the living room and requested my presence in the bathroom.

Now, I admit that I don't always pay attention to Elizabeth while I am watching television but you can't slip a request to come see "my long turd" (sorry mom, but that was Elizabeth's word not mine) past me. Now, while you catch your breath, let me continue.

Elizabeth actually requested that I come to the bathroom to look her poo!!! In fact, she explained in great detail the poo, the gist of which is that she had never had such a long poo. After two or three minutes of this little back and forth, she finally gave up and went back into the "bathroom".

Now fast forward thirty or forty minutes ... I got up to go to the little boys room.

While I may have refused to go see the poo earlier, I did get to see the poo during my visit to the bathroom. Elizabeth was so disappointed that I wouldn't come look at her poo that she left it for me.

To be honest, I wasn't really happy with her decision to leave the poo and I rattled off a few "kind" words about the little present. However, after the initial reaction, I had to admit two things:

1. That was without a doubt the largest poo that I've ever seen.
2. Leaving that "little" surprise was actually funny.

In fact, it was so funny that we actually laid in the floor for several minutes laughing about the whole situation until I announced that I was going to blog about it. Apparently, Elizabeth didn't think it was too funny at that point.

So the moral of the story is that if you play a prank on me, I will tell on you to your mom, family, and the entire Internet. Ha!!!