We've Turned a Corner

Last night was the Bodily Fluid Dinner Club. I am happy to report that I think we have turned a corner.

Last night was my choice: Tani Sushi in Clayton. We arrived among mass confusion with Joe Biden's entourage blocking all the streets in Clayton. Of course, the one time I schedule something and the freakin' VP shows up. Small snafu, we all got over it.

We sit down and I, of course, sit by Becky. I have diagnosed most of the bodily fluid talk begins and ends with Becky. She also incorporates hand gestures into the conversation too adding to the grossness. I was armed this time. I have a week of mucus and snot to tell. I have been formulating a story of my surgery filled with details of liquid, semi-liquids, and other matter. I was ready to fight fire with fire.

It never happened.

We talked sushi, food, books, Easter, Mass. There was some talk of laundry, house cleaning, but we all have to face that: single, married, young, old, pink or purple. No dirty cleaning stories either, strictly PG.

There was one exception to this, but it was minor, it was expected, and it was after eating. Tara. She always has to bring it up. I can't believe how much bm's and gas are the center of her universe. It was a cute story and the word toot was used, so it was a rated G story, and I was glad I heard it. It was appropriate, and not gross, but still funny that you can't ever get away from it. It's Tara and I think she knows it drives me crazy.

I knew we would get there. I also know there will be a back slide. It looks like it has turned a corner and my stomach rests easy.

Tara, the picture is for you. She is telling you she tooted.