I cleaned a child's poo today. I puked - almost. Well yeah, I did. I puked not once, not twice, not thrice but four times. I never cleaned poo. But I cleaned poo today. It's really amazing how a being so small, adorable, good-looking and lovable can produce human waste that smells so foul and so nasty as the child did. It amazes me.
When I was on my way back home, I saw a cat poo-ing. Happily poo-ing. The vision of the cat raising its buttocks slightly and big, brown, smelly-like-hell, hotdog-like things coming out of its behind is permanently stored in my memory. It's sick.
Maybe all this poo incidents are signs. Signs that maybe I will be given the chance to meet my Mr-Mr (finally!), get married, have 4 children and live happily ever after. Awwwwwwww....bliss! No, not the poo incidents. The dream. DUH!