what follows are the first four things i heard coming out of my first night's sleep after my weekend away:
- oh anthony! you wiped poop on your dad.
- troy don't move. there's poop on your back.
- hold still or you're going to get it everywhere.
- oh crap anthony! you got it on the sheets too!
am i the only one to find it mildly interesting that marty expresses more dismay by discovering feces on her linens than on her husband. i mean she has at least two sets of sheets. sheesh.
if there is a good part to this story it is i wasn't actually awake through this and the commentary was only hazily registering with me. it wasn't until marty brought it up later that night that i turned to her asking, "you mean that really happened. shit." quite succinct on multiple levels.
