#2

I pooped in my pants today. Not a lot, but still. . . .

I'm checking my email and I'm aware suddenly that my tummy has gone all rumbly-tumbly topsy-turvy. "Whoa," I realize, "I need to go to the bathroom." And I head on down the hall and then I get distracted. I stop to pick up those shoes that I meant to put in the bedroom and there's Hugh's shirt on the floor and dang, thought I had stowed away that cat toy. . . and before I know it, well, fuck.

Is it blasphemous to think God might speak through bathroom accidents? Because as I sat there, humiliated, I could hear Her voice: "Stay focused on what matters, ya moron." She said it with a lot of love.

But She was laughing at me, no doubt about it.