I am going to let you in on something Sluiter Nation has been doing for three years now. It’s a little game Cortney and I made up that relieves stress and brings on a serious case of the giggles just when we need it.
It has to do with poop.
That, my friends, is a fake turd I picked up when I was helping a friend shop at a novelty shop. She needed dorky award thingys for her seniors. I didn’t need anything. But I found the fake yucky stuff section and this little poo needed to come home with me.
Of course I didn’t tell Cortney I bought it. I just put it on his pillow (like the dramatization shot above), and then quietly went about my evening routine. As I was brushing my teeth, he walked into our room to get his pj’s on. That is when I heard, “Aw man, LOUIS!!! GROSS!” He totally thought the cat did it!
That’s when he saw me falling over myself (and my toothbrush) in the doorway to our room. I managed to gasp out that it was fake.
He vowed to get me back.
And that is how the poop game began.
Once in his possession, he had free reign of hiding it anywhere that I would find it.
The poop has been in my bathing suit, in the bread, in coffee cups, in lunch boxes, on Eddie’s changing table, in the coffee maker, in my water bottle, in Cort’s laptop bag…it is really quite endless.
Cort and I have had a lot of figurative poop happen in our lives over the five and a half years that we have been married. We honestly try to keep a positive attitude and realize that it can’t be forever.
But in the meantime? We laugh. And if we need fake poop to laugh? So be it.
By the way, if you are loving the Top Ten Tuesdays, this week will be Top Ten vacation memories! Write it up and come back and link up on Tuesday!