You know how old people only ever talk about two things, their bowels and the weather. Well, I am officially on my way to crone-city! I never had stomach issues until a food poisoning incident about 7 years ago. Now, I feel like a colicky baby crossed with a choleric Sumo wrestler.
Have to go to a little family birthday party for my niece and nephew and I am just hoping not to 'shart' myself. That would really affect the birthday wishes- 'I wish Aunt April hadn't pooped her pants at my party!'
Just hope to get home at a decent time so I can curl up in misery in my bed with a trashy romance novel. Clean pants will be a plus.