the final frontier...

my relationship with my bf is going well. we still spend our entire evenings together, and have been since the end of november. it's quite nice...

we are very comfortable with each other. when we go out, we feed each other and eat off each other's plates. we're always goofing and laughing. most couples look at us like we're silly. when we're at home (he calls his house "our home") we are exactly the same...laughing and goofing around.

there was just one little itty bitty, teensy weensy problem....(because there's ALWAYS a problem)

the problem is...i could never bring myself to take a shit at his house (there, i said it).

of course, when i'm out and about, i can drop a load ANYWHERE (the mall, Wal-Mart, grocery store). my bowels just aren't shy, IF no one i know is around. but with the bf, that's different.

i would always make sure i went before i got to his house, or just held it until i got back home. that was until the other day.

there was this horrible stomach virus that was going around smalltown. somehow, the kids at the school kept passing it around to the adults. luckily, it was only a 24 hour thing, but it wasn't pretty. the bf got it, but he doesn't have any kids (go figure??). so i got it from him.

that was the WORST 24 hours of my life. my stomach was doing somersaults. my colon was so loud, he could hear it without being close to me. finally he says, "why don't you just go to the bathroom, you'll feel better"

but i just knew he'd laugh at me and tell everyone how much i stank. so i held on...until i just couldn't hold it anymore.

by far, that was the best shit i've taken in a long time!!

true to form, he laughed at me. he also told his entire family how i "blew up" the house.

but at least i'm not shy about it anymore :)~