Life, love and poop

The HAG couldn't believe that I mentioned pooping in my last post so I said to him that my next post would be all about pooping. He probably thought I was kidding and even suggested the title of this post. So here goes...

We used to call pooping "thinking". So whenever one of us needed to go, we'd say that we were going to go do some "thinking". Afterwards, one might ask the other, "Did you have some good "thoughts"?" Now, we just call it pooping.

The HAG and I are very comfortable with each other. I recall that from the very beginning, we left the bathroom door open whenever we showered or peed. And after a short while, we were comfortable with being in the bathroom together. We do, however, always shut the door when we poop. Some things just don't need to be seen, heard or smelled. The romance doesn't need to be killed completely...