I am listening to a Jillian Michaels podcast about salt/sodium AND, not related to the salt...pooping.
There is a doctor chatting about how you need to look at your poop. She said that for those of us (I will refer to us as LADIES), who flush before they even stand up just so I can't catch a glimpse of anything in the toilet..well...she said we need to look.
We need to be aware of our turdlettes.
I can't do it. I don't want to see it. Nope.
Have I told you my irrational fear of wet toliet paper? I know I have. But it GROSSES ME OUT! OH MAN!!!! Like in public restrooms, or near a shower. Even when Heather takes some TP and wipes the counter or something...
I start to gag.
She thought it would be funny the other night to take a wad of wet toilet paper and set it on my toothbrush. When I tried to beat her, she grabbed the wad and chucked it at my nude torso...and it stuck. It stuck right on my ribs.
I almost threw up.
So. I will not be looking at my poop. I will trust that it's okay.